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You razzle-dazzled me

with your eyes
today
young woman
in your business suit.

Tonight, I want you
to dump all 
your taxes and faxes
and curl with me
into a bed of poems and feathers.
I want you to walk home with me tonight,
drop your jacket at the door,
your skirt to the floor,
and relax with me
in a fire of warm blankets.

Will you please young business woman,
Think of only your skin and tongue,
your eyes, ears and nose?

I want you tonight
young business woman,
to ignore your cell phone
and think of me as your
ice cream cone.
Lick, lick and bite me,
swallow me whole, young business woman,
and then sleep still with me 
till morning,
balled up eyelash to ear
and whisper to me
when you wake
that you've never slept better.

I want you 
young business woman,
cause tonight there will be no
spreadsheets and numbers.
Tonight is all about silksheets
and nothing higher 
than 2, or 3, or 4,
or until we get too tired.