Trigger Squeeze
Jack is in love
with his main trigger squeeze
Daniel’s in love,
got bottled up
Passion
pressure is a light pull release
Drawing the corked trigger
puts a Happy Hour liquid cap in his heart
His precious metal baby
ain’t no gun shy lady
She gives him heated recoil satisfaction
They both got a kinetic, spherical attraction
Her quicksilver hair trigger
makes his whole body quiver
Jack’s her hot finger man,
his praising tongue never gets jammed
Daniel’s bullet affection always grows bigger,
gives her steamy hot flashes that deliver
J.D. is liquored up in love
with his main trigger squeeze
She’s a Gun-and-Barrel gal,
a metal bathing suit beauty queen
An ammo pin-up centerfold sex machine,
in a Soldier of Fortune magazine
Mr. Jack Daniel
is so liquored up in love
with his Miss Beretta 9-mil baby
They’re richly joined to the hip,
strapped on leather to skin together
She’s a porcelain face stone killer —
a sleek, sexy death dealer
Gives J.D., her main lover, climax shivers:
That intoxicating power ******,
when he squeezes her clicked trigger
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