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You knock on my door, heart racing. What if I don t look like my pictures What if I m rude What if we don t get along As ... You knock on my door, heart racing. What if I don t look like my pictures What if I m rude What if we don t get along As soon as I open the door, I fling my arms around you my long-lost lover. I kiss you so deeply all thoughts evacuate your head for what could be seconds Hours Days I ve missed you so much, I say. Even though you know it s our first time meeting, somehow you know it s true. You know that I ve been waiting for you my whole life, waiting for this very moment. Let me grab us something to drink while you get comfortable. I promise I won t be gone long, with a wink and a toss of my long, soft blonde hair I saunter to the kitchen. My heels tap melodically on the hardwood. I know you re staring at my ass as I walk away, in fact, I hope you are. I can t wait to show you even more of me. You notice that my house, like me, has character. It s filled with antiques and plants and luscious fabrics. It tells a story, many stories in fact. I return with two glasses of wine. I run my hand up your arm and around your neck, I m so glad youre here, Magnetized by some outside force, we re drawn together in a deep kiss as I swing my leg over to straddle your lap. The wine remains untouched, unnecessary.