Casanova

She's cute and only looking at your's truly.
In my room and just cracked a bottle of Daniels.
Hates the taste but savors it just for me.
Electricity runs through our lips with every kiss.
The whiskey likes to amplify.
She says I'm slow, in a cute way.
I'm just a touchy-feely kind of guy and I'll take my time 'cause I know she's mine.
Fuck it.
Clothes are shed and, with another shot of Jack, the fun begins.