August 31, 2001

  • Her beauty overwhelms—it does!
    You ask me how? Because…because…
    You really want to know?  I fear…
    That then I’ll need another beer.


    The way she moves—I’m thunderstruck!
    When she turns and twists—am I in luck!
    You wonder if she’s really hot?  For that…
    I’ll need another shot.


    Her lips purse in a wordless chant
    To blow me kisses as I pant—
    She presses me to the utter brink! 
    Of what?  I’ll need another drink.


    She rubs and licks—you won’t believe!
    It’s hell for me—there’s no reprieve:
    I’m locked tight in the boxcar of this hell-bent dame…
    Please save me!  And pass that fine champagne.

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