SLOE GIN

by Daniel Harmon

Her mouth says no
Cause her momma told her so
Yet her body
Still says yes
With precise restraint

Her dress and her moves
Fit all the right grooves
But the lipstick says
It won't get smeared tonight

Then she hits the sloe gin
And so completely caves in
That her lips will part
As gently on her face
As they do between her legs.