Laying here without any care
Legs are parted and my hand in my hair.
The lights are dim
Weather a bit grim
It's the perfect mood ,for some gin
But then I remembered and all I can do is grin,
Knowing fully well drinking is a sin.

I turn on some music
The slow kind indeed
Am getting in the mood my desires to feed
Of delicate touch and ample kisses
These are just a few of my many wishes.

I close my eyes and lay very still
Sultry thoughts flowing through my...