Poetic Side Lanes

 She was reading a PT "X" titled HARLEQUIN. Chapter Title 'Order In" 

It was a night that began with the usual music video pop tunes on the Big Apple TV something playing -lyrics like:

"...stop the bullshit about diner for 2

at the local venue

This attraction between Me & You

When I ain't came to fill my stomach up

Throw Your "Order In" sign up

So I can throw my legs up, neon lights up

Flight out as the Young Apprentice I'm gonna give all your secrets away, you don't have to Journey no more..."

Something like that was just what I had on my mind, as in the cliche, "We're on the same page". Funny how a boring evening lit the page up as she looked from a King Magazine Video Production.

She had set her Lois Lane glasses aside because mild manored Kent had turned into Edgar Alan Poe known for his tale, tale Hearts in the floor. Just about now he had hit the ripe age and picked her to slow down the porn traffic image he had in the streets, Hustler, to a single lane Ladie's Man but still hard as steel.

What this was was a "prelude to a kiss" in the night hour and she was on some Rebel Yell shit in her erotica ("She Want Mo, Mo, Mo") like coffee the commodity. The sale had been made. Emodities that make you horny ass hell.

What was it going to really lay out, A Twin Dolphins or just a pull out on the ole vintage "Jacky", Jacknife?

Or was this actually going to be a reservation for two in adjoining fantasy rooms.