Inspiration

He stood with his back to the station

Suppose he was waiting for inspiration

The train was just pulling in

He put his tablet in the alligator skin

The bag matched the boots he wore

Showing off maybe, or something more?

The train puffed a bit of smoke

When she appeared through it, inspiration woke.

He couldn’t take his eyes off her

Dressed in a coat trimmed with white fur

He stood straight and made his way

Over to her and asked if he may

Carry her bags, in a gentleman’s proffer

She said why yes, that’s a nice offer

He would be happy to, furthering pursue

She relinquished her cases, it was his coup

Such meetings an off chance you’ll meet your mate

He thought he might have though remained sedate

He was sure she was used to having men take her side

So attractive he thought they can’t be denied

He carried the bags into the hotel

She carefully looked back at him, his chest swelled

“Can I offer a drink as a thank you?” She asked.

“Ah, yes, that would be lovely, but these are no task.”

This story could go on with more romantic play

But I think their future has no arrière-pensée.

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