MY NASTY MARTINI NEAT
My flesh imprisoned no achesYour frozen traffic in my veins
Reverse dies we forge skyward
The little bit of bitch in you is my ego's desire
My not so nerdy librarian lets her hair down
Baby get the matches cause I'm all gasoline
You're good enough to be respected
Woman to the tenth degree as I pleasure
My queen to the end of the earth by far
My nasty martini neat
Grinning with chilled gin
Vodka's voluptuous vibration
Vermouth on your lips, both of them
My nasty martini neat
Take your past and teach me
Freedom rides by letting it free
After five bow ties petite bondage
Raising hell while smashing, ripping in wide
Covered head to toe her cameo brooch winks
Sharing an electric chair's shocking experience
You're good enough to be respected
Woman to the tenth degree as I pleasure
My queen to the end of the earth by far
My nasty martini neat
Grinning with chilled gin
Vodka's voluptuous vibration
Vermouth on your lips, both of them
My nasty martini neat
Copyright, Nathaniel London Jr. 2014
Poetry by France England
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Written on 2014-04-30 at 23:59
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