Moscow Mule

It all started out by the pool
She asked what my poison was ....

I told her Moscow Mule
She just giggled, and then BEHOLD!, T'was!

She told me over drinks
That I was a handsome Silver Fox
That I did not need, Hairclub for Men
You know, that company started in 1976
I retorted back, 'Not so bad yourself, I think!'
Then she said let's go somewhere quieter
She had something for me that only she could fix
Away from the crowds
Like that Petula Clark song .... from 1965.
Make music loud, and fireworks explode
Hate to say this, but the only time I've felt alive ....

She encourages me
In ways none had before
Knew a need I lacked
And wanted me to have more
To get me in the sack
To not close my door
Of intimacy, so she said ....

I then took charge
Encouraged her, to rub my chest
And make me feel like
A man again ....

After we both stripped down
Raw is better, so they say.

Buck naked, than in clothes plain
And not once did she frown
At my gross imperfections
Contrary! She did encourage me
In this funny art, of intimacy
She showed me too, her imperfections
Then I told her, 'I want you to ride me ....'

Paint and brush in the art of intimacy
And partners in the task of fornication
Kleenexes on the adjacent end table
And this was no tall fable
Although, she was tall
And my dick was hard and able
This happened .... and, it changed my life
A heroic deed on her part
Reaching out, and helping someone bloom
By saying ....

'Don't be bashful, for you have a beautiful body
And who knows, you may surprise yourself
If you put your drink down and come with me
Or should I say, cum ....!'

Such a cute little emo elf.