Droplets of Verse: ‘Dirty Martini’

The motel was like an ice-cube
Floating in a Dirty Martini
What she said didn’t really matter
It didn’t matter what she didn’t see

The moment was intoxicating
She slid like wet cement
Right into my arms
Underneath the drone of the air vent

All those dollars were mine
To her I was the main attraction
Loaded up with dirty money
And ready for some easy action

Her kiss was hotter than a bullet
And she locked herself onto me
I was like a loaded gun
Waiting to bust free

The smoke from our cigarettes
Formed in a cloud above
She purred like a Chevrolet
My dirty money found her dirty love

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