we could
do that, i tell her.
sure.
why not.
let's do it.
full steam ahead.
this makes
her happy
and me nervous
as i stare at her
standing in the doorway,
dressed to kill.
i'm easily persuaded
by the suggestions
of an attractive
woman.
my Achille's heel.
is, in fact,
the stiletto heel.
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