The Exquisite Lounge Room Singer Is a Widow
In a dim lounge room,
A band plays to hypnotize all that hear.
Drinks serve to soften normal judgment.
Making it easier to accept your desire.
A white spotlight shines on the center of the stage.
The Widow has appeared,
Lecherous eyes follow her every movement.
Painted lips smile as thick eyelashes dust her cheeks.
She's demure for a moment.
Opening her eyes she looks just at you.
Eyes meeting, you're devoted to only her.
Song after song she sings only for your ears.
Her heart is open for you to claim.
Everyone else in the full lounge is flies
intruding on your moment with her.
Unable to leave your seat, for you may
miss a moment as she sings for you.
No more drinks are served, your thirst is only
for the lounge singer.
There are no windows and you don't hear servers
going in and out the door.
It's to not disturb you,
listen to the band and singer.
Her voice is all around, echoing in your mind.
Before you, she's there
Reach out your hand.
Touching her waist, she smiles and kisses you.
You grin as she swallows you whole for all to see.
Another guest follows after you.
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