the show became  tell
she slipped her black negligee
over her shoulders
let it fall delicately to the floor

took my hands in hers
placed one on each upturned
breast put her foot
behind my calf
pulled me forward

whispered, superman,
in  my ear,
this girl was a pro
I swear.
She knew all
my weaknesses
I call her Kryptonite.

I call her every day.
She rarely answers ,
anymore.