Tipsy Whiskey

sweet whiskey retreat ...

you make me feel frisky

I'm not tricky,

that's why you call me pixie,

or is it gypsy ...

oh ... tipsy, that's what you call me ....

silky really. my name is Lilly.

I hate frilly, though I confess,

I have a dress, I like to impress,

not to be cliche,

but you're my man,

scan me as you please

you have the keys ...

taste the dream

of sugar sleep,

I am sprinkles

within the cake

making sweetness

of past mistakes,

lick my neck if you dare

to know my flavor,

lick me bare ....

Did someone say risk~ay ....?