At The Show

Don't make a scene
Because, I am about to place my hand on your shoulder
Here at the fashion show
Surrounded by upper crust
In Sunday suits

You are startled, my hand is cold
Your bare shoulder flexed in such a lovely
Freakish way
Here, sip from this cup
It was sold to me by an adolescent
In the lobby
So it must be wholesome

I won't tell you about the
Conversation I had in the men's room
With the husband of that sexpot
Five seats to our left
He was not friendly
When I told him about my fantasy
To have his spouse in the parking lot
In your car

I could put my hands in my pockets
They will warm
Will that make you happy?