My Rival Is In a Silver Flask
He reaches for his genie in a silver flask
"Oh Yeah...do me babeeee"- he laughs
His every wish is her every command
And he is her true and devoted man
She is so fluid and so golden brown
So smooth and so warm, going down
He's two sheets in the wind by early mid day
"That's how we do it, everyday" - he says
My rival is in that silver flask
Uhg... and who can compete with that? - I ask
By: Joan M. Peranteau
(c) 2015
This is NOT my experience
Copyright © Joanmarie Peranteau | Year Posted 2015
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