she leaned in close and grabbed my attention.
i told her to wait till we got back to my place.

a gentle breeze whispered through her hair.
it said: 'that is definitely a wig and you must have bought it at lidl'.

we smooched to the last dance.
well she called it a smooch.  i called it the funky chicken.
she said, ok let's go to kfc and order one.

the hour was late.
she wiped the grease off her chin with my shirt sleeve.
'let's go back to your place then,' she spoke.
with her mouth full.

... to be continued.