The Fire Water Rumba
for B.                        

    You said you didn’t
    drink just before
    you consumed a pint
    of Wild Turkey
    and 4 draft beers ...
    and you
    lied again, whispering
    with your tongue
    in my ear,
    that you didn’t dance,
    as you pulled me closer into
    you, your
    
    Legs wrapping around my leg,
    your warm pussy grinding rhythmically
    into me.
    Then, you suddenly
    remembered that you knew
    how to
rumba fuck,
    and we rumbaed and
    humped each other,
    till the bartender got so pissed-off ,
    and yelled “GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE. THERES A MOTEL
    AROUND THE CORNER, YOU FREAKS!”