Cocktail Party

come over here
you boulevardier

& be my el diablo

vodka my mojito
Ameri my cano

god, my father

i will B your 52
gin your tonic &
pink your cadillac

Screw your driver.

hanky your panky
shirley your dirty
cuba your libre

hell yeah i will

let me be your
singapore sling

hypnotic breeze

alabama slammer
between the sheets

death in the afternoon

However much may depend
On a red wheelbarrow in the rain
I’m here with you
With a seven and seven and a gin and tonic

There’s no smoking indoors
We’re not listening to jazz but there is music
And we are talking
I’m captivated

It doesn’t really matter how much we drink
I live around the corner, I’ll get us home
And if you find that you can’t walk
The rain has stopped and here’s a wheelbarrow

I guess he knew how important
A wheelbarrow could be

He is undoubtedly Eye Candy,
the kind you want to get randy with.
I call him the Alabama Slammer
because he has a hammer
that can put an all-lusting Blushing Lady in place.
There is a romantic grace about him.
He says, “Bésame, mi amor,”
I do because I adore him in spades.

He kneels, saying, “Hello Kitty.”
and articulates how witty he is.
I can feel my Girl Scout Cookie crumble
under the pressure of his lips that rumble.
He lies me in a Bed of Roses
and puts me in poses I did not know I knew.
We shelter ourselves from the April Rain;
he ravages my body and brain.
Making my Honey Deuce feel good with orgasms,
so much that I start to spasm.
He would Wake the Dead girl inside.
Now, it is my turn; I am ready to ride.
I hop on my Brave Bull,
and he grabs a handful of my hair
as I ride him like Lady Liberty.
We both agree
that we are living the Golden Dream.
These moments, shared, reign supreme.

I work my way down,
swirling my finger around his Hairy Navel.
Leading me to his Angel’s Tip,
where I skip breaths to please him.
I love the taste of his Licorice Stick,
and he loves to smear my lipstick.
Blocking my airway
and filling me up with Dulce De Leche.
It goes down the hatch
where we are Game Set Match.

   
   
A Rewd Britannia    
   
   
Take one bruised, stoned, red cherry    
pair with ginned up white lemonade,    
add curaçao when blue to make one merry    
and that for sure's what got me laid...