I paid to look at silverware with strangers
One forced a dance as I stood still
She opened up, releasing shrill
Appreciation for carnality
We rode to Alcatraz, eating airborne cake
The driver said there’s no escape
The only choice to accept the rape
Awaiting under navy blue covers
Was it a venture for mutual healing or a quest for bragging rights,
A convenient copulation to put the icing on the night?
A salesman brought us buccaneers and strippers
As perception fought the drink
He told me everything to think
Coercing my eyes and mind to wander
In a daze I headed for the coat rack
To leave that brothel behind
But a tug at my arm, a curious sigh
Was determined to follow
Was it a venture for mutual healing or a quest for bragging rights,
A convenient copulation to put the icing on the night?
By request I arranged for her utensil
In strictly unspoken agreement
In movements so vehement
We forgot who each other used to be
In the morning, it was simply all a dream
There was no translator needed
The past just memories created
Oh, the euphemist in me
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