Whiskey visions
let's take a ride under the moon a mid summer full whiskey moon, big enough to engulf zeus and his posse. let's take a long drive in an old beat up dodge pick up, with one headlight, finding a moonlit deserted drive, and just drive until we can't drive anymore. We don't know where we are going, just where ever the moon takes us, with moonlit visions bouncing in our skulls. the radio station is playing low with Dylan but there is nothing to turn
off. find a spot under the moon, a lit up moon light drive We listen to dylan as we tango until we are sore, until our parted red lips meet, on that moon light drive. Gently slouching on the warm cherry red hood, Red parted lips meet with slowly under the full whiskey moon, with a whiskey kiss. It's just like a whiskey night we might be here stranded but we are both deneying it as our red parted whiskey lips meet. I want to give away my skelton key tonight to this whiskey queen...call me insane but this whiskey queen has me and I don't even know it, the moon light beat down on the bones of her face bared breast and all. How can i explain this whiskey that has kept me up past the dawn on this moon lit drive, with this whiskey visions.
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