last call

like dominican rum
your cinnamon tongue
has me addicted, conflicted
and sprung
your lips got me twisted too
just one kiss…one sip of you
and i’m tipsy
you know, kinda how that liquor do
i’m ‘bout sick of you
hmmm..maybe just one last swigga
an amaretto sour with an hour glass figure
a shot or two of you will do me quite nicely
legs that remind me of a long island iced tea
a sex on the beach though, will bring out the freak show
have me kissin’ on feet down to sweet lil’ mojitos
damn, gotta get up off this wagon
one day later and i’m back brown baggin’
and i don’t even be sippin’ on brew like that
so tell why am i trippin’ on you like that?

© 2006 DLM