I was feel a little frisky one day, years ago when I wrote this one (LOL). It really wasn't my style but I thought it would expand my horizons as a writer. I do hope it makes you feel as frisky as I did (wink).
Kocktail
Look in my eyes, like stars glancing, baby.
You’ve got my heart, like a pony prancing baby.
And I’m digging like mole
to get to the depths of your soul
cause you’re the rhythm that makes me whole
my willingness you stole
my hand I gave
your passion I crave
to be drunk in the nakedness of your submission.
Given the chance, I’ll please like I’m crazy, baby.
I want to sop up your love like gravy, baby.
And like Papa's rolling stone,
Can I rest my love and make your heart my home?
My inhibitions are gone
and my bird has turned stone.
So if you ask me I would
let me put on my hood
cause your love is like rum
and baby, that’s all good.
Go ahead, get me drunk in the nakedness of your
submission.
WYLD STYLZ
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