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Click hereReading the New York Times Travel Section
Watching you toy with my Sunday erection
Amused by my organ, you tickle and squeeze
Do what you want, do as you please,
We met at the grocery store down the street
I was there looking for something to eat
In the produce section we started to chat
You liked my shirt and I liked your hat,
Asked if you had dinner plans made
('Are you hoping you might get laid?')
Said 'no' and ('yes'), with a smile and a wink
Bought soup and salad and gone in a blink,
Opened some wine, got a fork and a spoon
Set at the table, turned on the i-tune
Some jazz while we ate, piano and bass
Savored the soup, your smile, your face,
Finished the wine, still there at the table
Chateau St. Somewhere it said on the label
Asked if you wanted to go for a walk
Watch TV, or just sit and talk,
Rejected my offers, suggested instead
Take off our clothes and head straight to bed
That's what we did, that's where we did go
Saturday night no longer so-so,
Slept close together all night in the nude
Laughing, loving, enjoying the mood
A noise on the stoop the Sunday Times thump
Went to collect it, you swatted my rump,
The paper of record now scattered about
Your plans for me no longer in doubt
On my back I look up and watch your routine
Lovely Sunday morning scene,