Six Shots in the Dark

Sitting blindfolded at the counter,

Who cares if I discover her name!

Six glasses to mark the encounter,

The drunk wanting to find a dame.

 

A Buttery N****e so tender,

With liquor and Irish Cream,

Allow my canvas to render,

My thoughts of lust and sin.

 

A Snake Bite, so brutal,

With jack and sour lime.

Your screams are now so futile,

Drowned in the shadows of time.

 

A Melon Ball, so fruity,

With vodka and pineapple juice,

Hold me by the hand and go nutty,

As I taste your breasts like a moose.

 

A Flaming Beaver, so burning,

With whiskey and hard cider,

Your mouth is plump and enchanting,

And I am your submissive rider.

 

A Red-Headed S**t, so lecherous,

With schnapps and cranberry juice,

The bed has been spread out for us,

Our minds have finally reached a truce.

 

A Peanut Butter & Jelly, so sticky,

With butterscotch and Frangelico,

Nothing that we do now feels icky,

The black curtains have avoided a fiasco.

 

Six empty glasses in the chamber,

The c**k pulls back with a sinister click,

Who cares if the dame will remember,

That I will never again be sick.