She had a loft
Stairs without rails
A sloping roof
Blue computer
Chair and a desk
Carpet on the floor
No window
Maybe no door
She invited men up
To listen and lay
She gave them wine
She gave them time
She gave them all
She had to give
She had to live
Up in her loft
Shoes off feet up
On her desk
Long legs crossed
Reclined in her chair
The lights were low
The night a blur
Men were laid out
Like drunken mice
All around her
Thoughts were crowded
Fantasies flew
Processors whirred
Mad music played
Sounds old but new
And she reclined
Back in her chair
Long legs crossed
Perfect toes
Feet in the air
So they found out
Why they were there
To fall in love
With flawless feet
And a magic girl
Who needed to share
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