You walk in 
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