The diet

 The plung
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Neckline

Suggests that this might be 
a
D-A-T-E.

She is small
In the chest
But fair.

His eyes locked
in hers
and away 
from her breasts
only makes me
that much surer
that it is.
A date, that is.

Him

Hanging on to every word
She hasn't said
Because he doesn't want
To be caught staring at

The plung
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Neckline

She's pretty
Blonde
Pretty blonde.

He is pleasantly plump
And hairy
In the face.

Dating
favors a currency
traded in attention
We wield it 
to our will
Handing it out
holding it back.

She's eating
carbs and calories
In a damnyouall
Demonstration
Of free will
Drinking beer

But I see the 
wrinkles on
her face
And I know
she's starving herself
elsewhere.