Heat and High Rises, her head between my thighes, no surprises,
nothing new to the eyes of, a man that's killed, a man that's been killed,
a man that's faked his death, with a miracle pill. This magnificant woman,
it's come to pass. Guarana, blood, broken champane glass. Headlights low beams,
the sound of cars, Nice night, romantic seas and stars. Palms sway gently,
breeze is warm. Buried in my lap, this tropical storm. Her features are strange,
hybrid and exotic. Tanned skin and green eyes, very hypnotic.
I check my wrist, this is it, Water for Chocolate, unformed clay shit.
Veranda, top floor, cool secluded, Ladies left her blouse on, I'm unsuited.
Slick and smooth is the feel of her hair, Sleek, black, tight, silk underwear.
Cumberbun lays upon tile. next to my black tie, and her white smile.
Postcards she did send, Conversations end.

Veranda top floor
Cool secluded
Ladies left her blouse on
I'm unsuited

Heat and High Rises the double agent spy is, done with disguises,
contact from my eyes. No smoking or littering, leaving Manhattan,
dark out the window, destination is staten. Preservers at my feet,
undone the tie line. the hip and the homeless, arranged in a byline.
Invisibles the hue of safety, beauty of the Herbert, never quite escapes me.
None of them know me, none of them care, None of them notice microscopic hairs.
Kindred faces, believing kindred me, Walking, talking, I'm one of them see.
Walk up the ramp, step the soil of Staten, My driver, curtesy the skinny fat man.
I step in, feel the leather, and relax, He has a brief, pops it up, and shows stacks.
I lean back, hand the towel and the gun. He leans forward, Always on the run.

Veranda top floor
Cool secluded
Ladies left her blouse on
I'm unsuited