we are at a literary dinnerand are drinking much wine
the food is excellent
the drinks are free
she is sitting beside me
looking better than the food
she is wearing a black dress
she does wonderful things to it
i am drowning in desire
i want to reach out
and rip off her dress
i want to suck her tender breasts
scatter the dishes
and crawl onto the table with her
dessert for two
you, you, lady in the black dress
i am afraid that you see it
in my eyes
you turn to say something
you look me right in the eye
i'm sure they betray me
they are full of lust
they are the eyes of starvation
i want your dress on the floor
my head buried in your sex
the dinner can go on without us
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