She said I was handsome,
And I hope she meant it,
Maybe she really did.

She touched my hand
And said it was soft,
And I began to tingle.

I did not say a word,
So she offered to massage
Shoulders far to tight.

My head then spun,
For the next hour or so.
My heart flooded
And emotion rushed
Through my little head.

I was the poor canary
In a coal mine,
Bobbed around
As life left me.

She then departed
With a brown envelope.
I looked out the window,
Saving her ad for later.