you've got crazy,
unbuttoning down your chest,
in the casual bulge of your forearms,
gesturing wicked,
while you flash the waiter,
your pan-sizzling eyes,
ordering him up and down,
the meat rare,
thick, as you flick,
your thoughts,
sparking the
over flowing,
champagne,
into a frothy
cacophony
of a
boy.
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