Wonder

I wonder,
I ponder,
Over and over
Again.
Could you love me
Over tonic and gin?
Would that be enough
to loosen your lips?
To reveal the wanton
aches in your hips
What would it take
to tell me how you feel?
Four or five drinks
over a meal?
If that's all it will take,
come over later and
dinner for two I'll make.
A bottle of wine,
A little of time,
And that sweet
little ass of yours
will be mine.