Eyes crossed like the legs eleven,
With a sip of rum or whiskey,
“What do you want, darling?”.
The very next encounter with you,
Will bring a change or make me still,
Like a disaster wrapped in gown, red.
Sit, next to me without a word,
I like silence more than your lips,
Shhh.. think before you make a move.
Take your fingertips from the corner,
On my disfigured table 10 cross 12,
Cause’ your cigarette cherry is disastrous.