All this talk of cigars and flesh and dancing.....
I can barely see your sneakers
You say i got to keep my head down
You're painting my portrait
In a red velvet gown
How do you see me
As demure and discreet?
But do you know what i'll do
Do you know what i'll do
When i go out on the street?
Pure sin, pure sin
The kind you won't mind
The kind there could be trouble in
dacimg on tables
dancin on laps
omg there is a God in heaven
And now, emanating from the Secaucus Lounge of the fabulous Fandango Hotel in Wehawken, New Jersey - we proudly present the celestial melodies of Lou Waxman and his Orchestra, who ask the age old musical question...
I would love to love you
Like I love to do
I'm told I can do nothing
It's true
You can only be me to me
What I used to be
Since I've been me lately
I find you hard to see
You're like heaven to me
Drivin' me mad
Only I know how I care
With no one to look up to
When with you I hook up to
By being without you I am
(Play it, Lou!)
Living with you really
Is living life so freely
And by being without you, I am
Yes, I am
By being without you, I am
tappatappataptaptap....gliiiiiide.....
<dip>
George!
<removing george's hand from her derriere and placing it on her decolletage>
There, that's better!
taptaptaptaptap...don't trip! Keep up with me now...tappatappataptaptap....
Eva...LOL. You are a delight.
Aw damn. Diane cut in on me.
<sigh>
Okay, I guess it's your turn to dance with george. Watch his hands, though.
George, if you have ANY energy left, let's dance!
This calls for more of the best of the Cavalier poets - Robert Herrick
I DREAM'D this mortal part of mine
Was Metamorphoz'd to a Vine;
Which crawling one and every way,
Enthrall'd my dainty Diane.
Me thought, her long small legs & thighs
I with my Tendrils did surprize;
Her Belly, Buttocks, and her Waste
By my soft Nerv'lits were embrac'd:
About her head I writhing hung,
And with rich clusters (hid among
The leaves) her temples I behung:
So that my Lucia seem'd to me
Young Bacchus ravished by his tree.
My curles about her neck did craule,
And armes and hands they did enthrall:
So that she could not freely stir,
(All parts there made one prisoner.)
But when I crept with leaves to hide
Those parts, which maids keep unespy'd,
Such fleeting pleasures there I took,
That with the fancie I awook;
And found (Ah me!) this flesh of mine
More like a Stock then like a Vine.
Hey... this is the perfect place for my new invention!
Eva? Do you feet hurt from all that dancing? Here's a [size=7](((((([/size]foot massage[size=7]))))))[/size].
Um......huh?
Sorry, I was watching george and Diane dance. Did you just see that? Twelve twirls in a row...WOW! Oops, looks like Diane is getting a little dizzy...or is it the champagne?
Here, dear, sit down for a bit. What did you say? Oh I see, it was george's poetry. Yes, it certainly can make the head spin!
FOOT MASSAGE!!! Did somebody say FOOT MASSAGE!!!
Lola's Cafe is rockin' tonight...
And Lola is late for the party! Ummmm.....is it my turn to dance with george in Heaven?
may i feel said he
(i'll squeal said she
just once said he)
it's fun said she
(may I touch said he
how much said she
a lot said he)
why not said she
(let's go said he
not too far said she
what's too far said he
where you are said she)
may i stay said he
(which way said she
like this said he
if you kiss said she
may i move said he
is it love said she)
if you're willing said he
(but you're killing said she
but it's life said he
but your wife said she
now said he)
ow said she
(tiptop said he
don't stop said she
oh no said he)
go slow said she
(cccome?said he
ummm said she)
you're divine!said he
(you are Mine said she)
Lola, That's great !
I'd like more sez he.
laughing.........good ole e. e. cummings. But not all his stuff has such substance.
Good night dear man. But first, wanna dance one last dance?
C'mon, georgeob...give 'er a twirl.
<looking for suitable slow dance>
I'm going to wait 'till that thing sticks its head up again.
