red red wine

I read erotic poetry
On the Internet
Envision you reclining
In your black fishnet,
Glass of red red wine
Jazz on the box
Thinking of me
One of your many socks,

How many lovers
Have you had like me
Nearly a hundred
Or just two or three?
I can't tell by looking
Or kissing by your car
I watch the morning sun
And you, my evening star,

If I were a women
Would I be like you
What would I feel
What would I do?
Would I sip my wine
Gaze across the space
Knowing every man
Would join me in a race,

Race up the stairs
To the guest room space
Eager for my body
Wanting to touch my face.
You smile and kiss my cheek
Say 'how have you been?'
I tell you I've been fine
Then kiss you once again ...