Blindfold Dating

By: K. A. Williams

Here I am in a long line waiting
for my chance at some blindfold dating.

This college party thing is weird – no doubt.
But it should be fun to try it out.

The girls and guys names are in two plates.
And the names are mixed for the blindfold dates.

We’re led in a room and sat on a love seat.
And it’s up to us how we chat and greet.

He’s the silent type and just says “Hi.”
His voice seems familiar but I don’t know why.

His face has a beard and his cologne smells nice.
He touches my lips and then kisses me twice.

His kisses are great and I want a lot more.
We remove blindfolds. He’s the guy from next door!

Categories: Poetry

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