Response to a free-write prompt
Her curves were perfect from spine to sphincter
God made miracles each joint he linked her
A tincture
No strings attached
Love potion number nine, brew another batch
Bring it by the glass and by the bottle
Mind the throttle, pull the lever
Let’s endeavor to explore
Behind closed doors
What’s in store
In this room in Ibiza
This woman is a trip
Have to go renew my visa
She’s a pleaser
So am I
She invites me
So I try my luck
And gamble with the slot machine
She tells me that it’s hot
Jackpot
What a lovely scene