A Night Out

We dined at Romeo's-On-The-Strip
We went dancing at Love Shack
I took her back to my Paddington
Marvin Gaye had a little Sexual Healing in the CD
She had staked out the Deep-Throat-Divan
I opened my best Cheap California Burgundy
She sniffed the cork, said, I like Dago Red
After pouring our glasses Total-Due
I sat touching her Thigh Lovlies, slid
An arm around her Grand Tetons
Her perfume had the scent of Hay-In-The-Rain
We chit-chatted about Jersey Shore to
The season's finale of Frogman Fugaminute
I tell her my sign is Hard-As-It-Gets
By now we have drank ourselves Zonkered
Nothing to do but get into the Sloping Together
As she slips out of her Less-Than-Mini-Skirt
And I crawled from the Levi-Crotchless-Denims
She unhooks her Lacy-Form-Fit
I take off my Love-To-Hug-You jockstrap
I stick my finger into her Cavern-So-Deep
As she fondled my Stiff-Upper-Slope
She wanted to know if I had any B.F.Goodrich
I could only sweatily give her the Road Sign
We moved into the Starting Position
Later, she wanted me to tell her
Did I still had the same High Opinion of her
I tried to answer her, but Sleep Awaits won out
 
©May 28, 2017 / Jerry Pat Bolton