Her Little Red Book

In her little red book, numbers align,

For moments of boredom, a spark to find.

A list of faces, smiles that gleam,

Each one a chapter in her fleeting dream.

She flips through the pages, a playful glance,

With friends and strangers, a chance for romance.

When time feels heavy, she knows just what to do,

A call or a text, to brighten her view.

Their laughter, like music, fills up her night,

Adventures await in the warm, soft light.

Each name holds a promise, each number a key,

Unlocking sweet moments, just wild and free.

From cozy cafés to starlit skies,

With twinkling eyes, and sweet little sighs.

In her little red book, joy waits to unfold,

A treasure of stories, worth more than gold.

Ex-lovers she dated, a smile and a grin,

Someone will get lucky tonight, but just who will win?

With heartbeats racing and hopes set alight,

She dreams of the magic that dances that night.