The Alcohol Bottle

She will tantalize you like the moon to the waves,
Behold! Her curves will enchant you like the maid to the man,
She will whisk like the youth of your lust,
She will splash you hard like the waves on the crust.

She will disrobe herself as you wet in your tongue,
She will scatter in the air uphill to your lung,
She will play with your animal you danced and sung,
She will giggle at you in her guile with her gun.

She will blabber and bark through the sounds of your soul,
Gentle and ungentle many prickly tales told,
She will talk like a man so mad in the moment,
She will tinkle on the sounds but gag the voice of your soul.

She will bind on your body and struck in your head,
She will roar like a lion so lame and dead,
She will run like a beast on the top of the roof,
She may entice you now in a bloody spoof.

She will now strip you off your mannish bone,
She will cuddle with the pervert and abash the gentry,
Her ruthless instincts will not hurt you in the flesh,
She will prey the gentle souls ever raw and fresh.

She will deliver a baby of ruckus and chaos,
She will raise her through the blood in your veins,
She will rebuke you when you are in her and she is in you,
She will cry for a divorce but with alimony and pains.

She is the queen of sex not the queen of my spirit,
She will marvel me in the night but obscure the morning sun,
To the seas and the mountains, all the men in the world,
I say don’t mingle her with the state when my star prays in the sun.