Spark

Darklight street, black lace legs
there's hard-workin' woman on my lee.

I'll stop, I think, for beer in the tavern
(She'll be there when I come out, slow day: Tuesday)

My rock sizzles, droplets staining my jeans
check my wallet: growl, clutch 

Stepping outside, she's caught my eye
lady's got some fish to fry

"How much?"
"Two hundred, honey."
"Yeah.  How much?"
"Okay, one."
"I got twenty-two dollars and change."

Look at her pouty mouth, corners south
see her poochy tummy, awash with sperm

Darklight street, black lace sea
there's a sweet valentine gonna come with me.