Do ya?

Do ya think we could ever make it happen?

You got a style on ya like a hurricane,
high pressure zones
up
and down
and
deep.

You dirty martini!

Smooth as vermouth
you permeate my
senses
and oh
how I feel like a king when
your body in plain view
appears.

Give me that bad one,
that one with the slick leather
lascivious
lip licking
ways.

Fox,
vixen,
villain,
these are the things that come
to mind
when my thoughts
glide
to you.