Vene May

Whisky on the Rocks

 

We are dancing in a cabaret bar 

in Chinatown. Hold my hips let me

 sway according to your beat. 

Savour me slowly, the same way 

you savour that single malt whisky 

feel me glide gingerly down 

condensing curves break into a sweat 

when my cool golden heat 

reverberates on your lips

 envelops your tongue flames 

down your throat and 

tell me you’ve never felt so warm

 while shivering at the same time

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