thoughts of you fill this rusty mind
not her surprisingly.
having rejected a one pint invitation
on a sultry midday sun
all afternoon you fill this rusty mind
not her surprisingly.
succulent chops and sizzling wings
on a sultry midday sun
my effervescent one
why won’t you quench my thirst
for knowledge and such
on a sultry midday sun
rusty minds might think
not of her surprisingly.
the decisions impeccable,
all the while dry behind the ears
over pints we share
gossips, moments intimate
sipping fervently
at every drop, word
our thirsts quenched, finally
without disdain and pretence
holding pleasure high
all the while dry behind the ears