Chance came knocking at my door
singing as nightingales do
I sense the mystic allure
Why must options be like fondue?
Her wink sent a coded message
not difficult to decipher
Her zipper needed my patronage
as it were
My broad smile was lasting
It flowed like Red Rosé
Her lips good for tasting
each and every single day
The partially hidden full moon
became the perfect host
My loopy heart went va vroom
Shadows projected ghosts
Goodbye to Mr. Lonely
Situation rocks with possibilities
Yippee!
I am one happy bunny
