One Pint Invitation

thoughts of you fill this rusty mind

not her surprisingly.

having rejected a one pint invitation

on a sultry midday sun



all afternoon you fill this rusty mind

not her surprisingly.

succulent chops and sizzling wings

on a sultry midday sun



my effervescent one

why won’t you quench my thirst

for knowledge and such

on a sultry midday sun  



rusty minds might think

not of her surprisingly.

the decisions impeccable,

all the while dry behind the ears



over pints we share

gossips, moments intimate

sipping fervently

at every drop, word



our thirsts quenched, finally

without disdain and pretence

holding pleasure high

all the while dry behind the ears




Author's Notes/Comments: 

If I were you I’d manage to avoid the invitation…

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