i have a blender
from a garage sale
and the over stuffed sofa
i can roll you around on
that came with the house
i can embrace you
kiss you and
throw left field heat
in your direction
i will pour you another
piña colada
i will serve you up
like room service from
the hotel intimacy
give you fresh towels
and a rub a dub dub
i have a blender
and a suggestive glance
one step at a time
i will make fire from the ice cubes
rubbing together
rubbing against your lips
creating thunder from
the atmospheric lighting
and the froth in your glass