crosses her long legs in a pencil skirt,
while I make salmon and complain about copywriting.
she is an actress with a pretty good poker face,
so she kisses me and tells me to quit,
but I can't until I find a buyer for the novel.
the only thing to do is finish the asparagus,
live in the moment and make sure
she wraps those legs around my hips.
I try to make her laugh and never let go,
but I am her William Tell,
agreeable from heaven to Hell.
doing the most beautiful thing a woman can do:
skipping a Stevie Nicks concert,
and taking the LIRR to sit on my countertop.