I never liked the taste of whiskey,
But I'll gladly drink that Old Fashioned off your lips,
While you wipe droplets of wine from mine,
Ruby red, cherry-dipped,
With virile, robust fingertips.
Scarlet lipstick smearing,
Heat between us, searing,
Following fistfuls of hair and lustful sips,
My dress rides up my thighs, slowly exposing my hips.
No patience for buttons, fabrics rip,
That thin layer of exquisite lace—away it slips.
A lick of the lobe, a gentle tug and nip,
In this elixir of wine and whiskey—savage and frisky—
Where love overflows, ecstasy drips.