Analysis of Smoke Signals

vodka mixed
with a full moon twist
dry and on the rocks
keeps my tongue tide
and close to your ear
while you sexily sip Ciroc
we talk about this and that
and all the slick shit
that comes before sex
and God
that dress
the cause of my distress
killing me fucking softly
Abetted by light friendly caress
bordering the edges of
polite chatter
that sparkle in your eye
highlights a devilish glint
you lean closer
and whisper in my ear
I'm not fucking you tonight
smoke signals I've mastered
so between the lines I see
pussy
pussy
pussy
bartender
another drink
please!