imagining opening
the car door,
helping you out,
and finally touching
your hand.
we're here.
21st floor.
keys somewhere...
come on in,
let me hang your
coat.
the view from
my living room
beats Top of the Mark,
I promise.
want me to play for you?
I never learned,
but I know
a couple of piano tunes
by heart.
(and it works flawlessly…)
drink? don't refuse;
it loosens up.
red or white?
no?
alright, chilling
some champagne
for you.
nice dress,
but honestly,
I don't pay much attention
to such things.
you'll end up taking it off
anyway.
I'll dim the lights.
do you prefer it that way?