smoke signals

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romance

 vodka mixed

with a full moon twist

dry and on the rocks

keeps my tongue tide

and close to your ear

while you sexily sip ciroc

we talk about this and that

and all the slick  siht

that comes before sex

and God

that dress

the cause of my distress

killing me fukcnig softly

abetted by light friendly caress

bordering the edges of

polite chatter

that sparkle in your eye

highlights a devilish glint

you lean closer

and whisper in my ear

im not fukcnig you tonight

smoke signals i've mastered

so between the lines i see

pssuy

pssuy

pssuy

bartender another drink please!