Traces of lassitude Slow down to cruising, Warmth of the whiskey Ameliorates bruising. Putting the feet up Makes it inane, That I'm subtly aroused In mouthing your name.
Subtle arousal In tracing the line Of your thin cotton ****** With fingertip fine, And watching the smile Slide up to your eyes, See the blend of your blushing In murmured surprise.
Oh the glorious sunset Streams in through the glass And the shades refracted Nicely contour your *** And the whisky is mellow The mood is sublime, So the promise of evening Improves with time.
With serpentine moves And the grace of an snake, You uncoil to your feet And you make your escape. Mouthing thin fabrications And utter wee fibs, You flee back to your hearth And your husband and kids.
Solace alone Baby, Solace alone, With frustration and whisky All the lonely way home. As the penitent thoughts Percolate through unseen, My sad mind lingers On what might have been.