inside the punch bowl

citrus .. limes and lemons

mixed together with fruits

Johnny Walker Black Label

Bacardi .. Crown Royal .. Burned Scotch

watermelon sitting ready

spiked with Russian Vodka

a brunch to enjoy .. Tonga Island style

demure .. quietly she smiled

whilst sipping her fourth drink

fruit .. citrus juices moist

upon her satisfied lips

everyone else was eating salad

thinking nothing is amiss

shyly .. she feigned a kiss

underneath the flowery tablecloth

she took my foot in her petite hand

gently placing it atop her firm thighs

low guttural moans escaped her pert mouth

I whispered .. what are you trying to do

her beautiful face turned crimson red

animal instincts brimming alive

the hostess happened by

stating .. obviously you'll have already feasted

honestly .. it seems as if jungle fever is rampant

perhaps you'll have a touch

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