Poetica 28

She moved her body to the bars of the latest hit song.
My eyes fixed on her as I walked to join her at the bar.

“My name is Johnny, the depth is implied.”

“Glad to meet you, the pleasure will be yours.”

Several hours later and talks of being a non-drinking, non-smoker.
My eyes looking up and down her smoking hot body and I, drunk in lust.

Finally home, I opened her and for a few seconds let her breathe.
She watched the cork fall out and got ready for the screw.

She flowed out of her garments and I got the view of her rosé.
She swallowed me and for every sip she took, I got tipsy.

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