RUPERT MARTINI
Rupert Martini
Rupert Martini
Shaken, not stirred
Excitement, provocation, feeling the headbuzz
Of a million electrified nights of
Fights
Hurts, between lovers
Kind of shaken, not stirred
More settled after the shake
Like the beer, bourbon, wine or vodka
Placates his
Nerves.
Rupert Martini
Shaken, not stirred
Loses the girl, a thrill for a chase next time
Fueling secrets, private flights
Fancy
Between lovers
He shakes inside her, she does not stir
Flat-rich, sweet like: thick
A mango lassi
Sweet tango lassy, eh,
Last dance, chance: UK.
© Sylvie Hill 2013