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empty bottle blues

I've got the empty bottle blues
My fingers shake a lot
I'd give the world all I have
Right now for just one little tot
She brought a bottle wrapped in tissue
Brought herself clothed in silk of white
I undressed that bottle
Just the first of the night
Switched on mood music
Softly lowered the night
She danced there slowly for me
Drinking wine sip by sip
Lifting that glass so sensuously
To caress it with each lip
Moving perfectly with the music
She unbuttoned that silk gown
And as I watched in wonder
Slipped it seductively down
She was naked underneath it
And I was filled with lust and awe
As her rhythmical disrobing
Revealed her more and more and more
We smooched through that first bottle
Two naked bodies in erotic embrace
I leant back slightly from her
Saw my desire echoed in her face
We stood swaying there together
Both full of little sighs
As I entered her so easily
Between slightly parted thighs
 A loving that lasted for ever
Again and again that night long
As the music caressed us
Gently playing on and on
And each disrobed bottle
Slipped empty to the floor
Wines of love and passion
Three or four or more
Then I awoke this morning
All alone in my wrecked bed
With all those empty bottle blues
And this throbbing in my head
And my body aches from passion
But all that I can think
Oh lord what I'd do now
For just one little drink








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