She met him on Tinder
(Where else would you now?)
Blue eyes, brown hair
And a body to wow.
He seemed pretty decent,
Polite, very charming.
Had almost no flaws,
What was very alarming.
Two days into talking
They’d set up a date
In a casual bar,
On a Friday, at eight.
She wore dark blue dress
That was short and high heels –
Combined with long legs
That made men get the feels.
When she had arrived
He was already there –
As hot as on photos,
She tried not to stare.
Well-mannered and funny,
The date was delightful.
She wanted him bad,
It was primal and frightful.
They kissed all the way
Taking cab to his place.
She craved wild night
Filled with passion and lace.
Not turning the lights
They went into his room.
On bed in just undies
She was very soon.
He closed bedroom door
Not engaging the locks.
“Don’t worry! My mum,
When she walks in - she knocks.”
