An ‘Old Fashioned’ Kinda Night
Handsome
Sleek
Intelligence
Smooth Charisma
Top shelf bourbon
Your fingertips glide down
mohogany banisters
to the small of my waist
those gray, green stares
the real silk panty dropper
you smell like classy sex
on a July Night
This must be what it feels like….
Greygoose lemon drops
That Johnny Walker Blue
after taste when I bite my lip.
We’ll pretend for the night–
Feeling richhhhh—-
You. Me.
The elevator.
The parlor.
The Brown.
Treating us devine
Just like you
Always wanting
more.
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I have never felt more complimented in my entire life. I still say you need some stronger glasses.
Just being honest #80sforever 🖤✨
Beautiful shaped on the page. What a love poem!
Thank you, he’s quite the muse! 🖤😊