Little strips of nylon, leather, lace,

improper postures on a racy stage,

light up the smile on her twinkling face

and toss the long-bent remnants of our cage.

I look around, my heart is overflowing!

I let the sound of laughter bend my knee

and give thanks, for my glass runs over knowing

that here she has what she has given me.

Let the music deafen questioned worth

and silence any sense of right and wrong;

the rightest truest pleasure on this earth

is lingering in the place where we belong—

this welcome woman and her grateful guests

hurling drunken bills at rhinestoned breasts.

-x2A