Smiles, giggles and muffled chuckles,
Her legs crossed, and his stretched out,
she noticed his arms, and the tattooed skulls,
He noticed her lips, and her angry pout.

She pays, he smiles,
he walks her home, a few miles from his,
She invites him in, he takes off his coat,
They have some wine, the cubes stay afloat.

It's 2am,
She talks about her scars,
her insecurities, her truths.
He explains his bars,
his boundaries, and the skulls on his arm.

He lets out a tear,
she wipes it off,
It's only the first date, dear.

It's 4am,
Her wine still unfinished,
Their problems seem diminished,
She was in his arms, both asleep.

He woke up next morning,
Kissed her forehead,
Left for home.

"Call me", said the little chit he left,
His number given under.

It's only the first date, dear.
But there were magnets in his bones,
For the iron in her blood,
So she called, and up was a second date.