She was a missionary on behalf of seduction
with a stocking seam that made me smile
with a shot glass pamphlet for happiness
a hedon eden without denial

She showed me things I'd only dreamed about
and things I dream still to this day
she showed me heaven in a hotel bed
she showed me things that words can't convey

she was the flame atop a matchstick
one's fingertips sense the heat
the ice cream smoothed behind a quick lick
she was poetry replete

You know I know she wanted to wink at me
it must have taken all that she had
to deny me that one concession
the day after the night we'd had

She was a nun in fishnet stockings
a missionary in a bustier
a bleary vision to a drunken sinner
a silly saint in lingerie

You know I know she wanted to wink at me
it must have taken all that she had
to deny me that one concession
the day after the night we'd had

She was a
walking talking booty shaking blasphemy
with a sense of pun that pulled a laugh from me
an appreciation for the finer points of irony
a crevice blouse delectibility
a luscious bit of licking on heresy
a luscious bit of licking on heresy
a luscious bit of licking on heresy
a luscious bit of licking on heresy
You know I know she wanted to wink at me
a luscious bit of licking on heresy
a luscious bit of licking on heresy
It must have taken all that she had
a luscious bit of licking on heresy
to deny me that one concession
the day after the night we'd had