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Affectionate flashes 
 
They sat on a bench 
Her legs crossed, ever so nervous 
There he is, talking the talk 
While she plays it cool 
He talks of work 
Thinking she'd be thrilled 
She grabs his hand 
He is impractical 
She grabs it tighter 
As the emotions get higher 
Hoping he’d take a hint 
His heart racing 
Her concentration seems limited 
Only on his soft tender lips 
He has a sudden awareness 
Is this what she is thinking?? 
He pulls her closer 
Hoping she wouldn’t attack 
Close your eye he says 
With his nervous grin 
She sighs of relief 
He gazes at her face 
And then kisses her lips 
Opening a gateway 
To their demise