Whiskey 🥃 

The kiss of sweet whiskey

Cold glass on nylon knee

An Ice cube, one, two, three

Inhibitions begin to flee

Possibly a need to pee

Fingers roaming wild, free

Pour another one for me

Ready for a kissing spree

Naughty thoughts I foresee 

Cheeks flushed in reality

Blouse unbuttoned enticingly 

Restraining bra a welcome absentee

Raw abandoned Sensuality

Don’t stop kissing me! 

©Ickle_Bookie2017

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