Slip that strapless dress off of the hanger
Slide it on your shoulders bare
Ease yourself out of the twisting day
Sink back into my blue chair
Push that woven hair behind your ears
See it push back out of line
Let it dangle in front of your eyes
Do you know that you are mine?
Split that fortune cookie into two
And take a good stiff of your drink
Hold the paper 'tween your fingernails
What do you think that I think?
Take a bite of your slithery shrimp
Feel it tickle right down your tongue
Put the fortune between the napkin and the crumbs
What a beautiful day to get stung
Lower your body back in your bed
Soaked both in body and in mind
Close your eyes to my perpetual stare
And I will do as well, the same, in kind
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