How about something like this..
The Interior Decorator
Walking through the gray swinging doors
the air filled with smoke, reminiscent of a
shipwrecked fog. The barmaid, dressed in
tight jeans, announces, your pheromones
precede you. I smile as she slides me
my usual, whiskey over rocks. Motioning for
her to lean over. I whisper in her ear, you
smell absolutely enticing and kiss her cheek.
Wayne, a gentle hulk, Let me buy his drink
then he asks me about his ex wife, an
interior decorator, working on my Center
St office. Did you contract Joyce to decorate
your bedroom interior too? I was stunned
speechless, thinking how does he know that?
24 Hours Earlier
A single candle flame glimmered to her rhythmic
movement, as seen by the shadows on the wall.
Groping; charges of utopia consumed our lusty
bodies. Collapsing like a feather. Cuddling with
Getting dressed, she pulls her tanned silky
stockings up curvy legs pointing to the
heavens. Her white designer dress falls slowly
covering a petite voluptuous body. As she walks
toward my bedroom door, turns, in a soft voice,
I'll have to come back this weekend. Blows me
a kiss, looks at my drabby walls and says,
maybe something Eros.