A close call


On a windy night that froze
The heart, sprinkling chills,
The vivacious lady loomed
Wielding,
A voluptuous hips that slayed;
Blood hair, peppered lips
In strawberry's delight;
A bikini
That lifted many-a-thing;
An eye that seemed to brew, a spark
That burned the flesh;
Treacherous legs that gallivant
Like snakes in the dark;
A pointy fingers that slammed me
Unto a handsome hammock
Into a bosom
Un-braced to milk me drunk
Unless I awake to the chime
Of my alarm bells.

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