Being A Stranger

Mysterious strangers can be such fun
When they're glimpsed from afar - seen as the one
Who might resource whole realms of fantasy
The after-midnight ones, where they make free
With all that pull and push within a store,
Where you are fitting clothing, they may score
A little victory at no expense
And you may find yourself well-recompensed
By hands and lips and certain other parts
That breach your modesty; and so it starts
To tug your clothing off, as heartbeats skip,
And undergarments too, since they must slip
Down to the floor, so you can satisfy
The stranger who is eager to supply
Warmth with his tune that so augments your own;
Oh! Do not be a stranger - you may moan...