She sat nervously in the coffee house wondering how this would all pan out.
He arrived and was seduced by her luscious pout.
She sat playing with her hair,
He was ready to bare his soul without a care.
She eagerly awaited his arrival,
He had this feeling inside... Almost primal.
She smiled as he approached.
How would this subject be broached?
He was pondering...just how much upon his life this girl had encroached
"Lucy is my name... But I prefer Lou if it's all the same."
Finally he could begin to participate in this game.
They sat both gazing at each others brilliance.
She took in the depth in his eyes, the muscles on his arms, of which his crisp white shirt hugged.
He gazed at her eyes, big beautiful eyes... That looked up through her lashes. Her flowing blonde hair ... Just waiting to be tugged.
Their legs brushed under the table...
He soon realised she wasn't dressed for the stable.
A flutter of butterflies swarmed Lou's stomach.
Scott firmly took her hand ... "It's ok I already know."
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