My words are neither
Rook nor pawn.
The bait dangles,
Though no line is drawn.
A glass for you;
Chivalry is not dead.
Second glass for you,
Straight to the head.
A coaxing touch,
Gives you a tingle.
In the rear of the club
Our passion kindles.
Your lips are on my coat,
Yet the sensation's pure.
To release within you
Is my only cure.
In sexual healing
You are the best physician.
For you to make a home visit
Is this night's mission.
By A. Jarrell Hayes
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