(Intended to be a sonnet, but does not 100% follow rhyme scheme or syllable count.)
Riding in his Chevy Blazer, window wind
whipping my hair as I rest shotgun, hand
on his leg, music of cowboys blaring through
cranky speakers. We cruise, bumpy road not
mattering, red light, brakes squeak and he looks
at me with clear ocean eyes, wiping dusty
jeans off not to get my summer dress dirty.
Three months overdue, second date lusty
glances waiting for another startling
kiss. First seen on the 'Net, now more alive
than ever, warm flesh to touch, hair to smooth,
arms to be wrapped in, love to believe in.
I never expected to love him so,
but I've fallen hard for the country boy.
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