When the electric shocks don't work.

Hitting the hot spring
a thermal to which I'm
offering
my body.

After vino
she'd go
and I'd be home
drunk
that wasn't the plan
but being a man
I excused myself.

a sailors knot and
me with a 'black spot'
*** and ready to be
keelhauled
steady as she goes.

If anyone knows
what's going on
clue me in.

In Geneva
drinking Canadian beer
don't like gin
but
there's plenty of it here.

Now I'm getting wired
hooking into the system
reaching down for the overdrive
feeling good that I'm alive.

jumpstarting a beat and shuffling
these feet like a deck of fifty four,
the two jokers included.

She
smiled at me
not once but twice
and she looks nice
I have to know but no
my flies aren't undone
see
that's part of the fun
when you're a son of a gun and
old to boot
so
I chatted her up in the old fashioned way
and in the old fashioned way
I offered to pay
for a meal
no big deal
I was only thinking
Wimpy.

little jolts like miniature lightning bolts
jeez
I'd forgotten about them
some men do but you made me
remember.

Tuesday was a good day
not least because
I chilled out
and spent time
gardening
and though my shoulders now ache
I might make
Tuesday
my  greenfinger  day

James chimes in with,
' don't you mean goldfinger?'
******* Bond
is my reply