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Something was different,
maybe it was the hair or the dress that she wore.
Something has inflicted the situation
…they were looking at each other
like it’s the first time they meet.
The restaurant was one of those
small intimate places where you can
enjoy the food, wine and the person next to you.
Her eyes were telling everything,
he had to seduce her again.
Wine has started the game for him
but he has to finish it.
She has move the glass
as she was playing chess
trying to win the game.
He lean closer , and she accept it.
Nobody was looking,
and even if they were she was the one leading the game.
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