…a man can get sicker on wine than just about anything…this also holds true for women…
Monroe D. Underwood
I was puffing.
Heavily.
Brandy was panting.
Softly.
Her head was on my shoulder and her lilac perfume was scrambling my senses.
Her cigarette glowed ruby-red in the darkness.
She said Purdue you improve with age.
She said like quality wine.
I said I really ain’t too much on wine.
Brandy said you’re more mellow than when we first met.
I said I drink beer mostly.
Brandy said you’re wonderfully robust but smooth as silk.
I said of course I’ll drink whiskey on occasion.
Brandy said you’re strong but you’re gentle and just sweet enough.
I said just about any occasion come to think of it.
Brandy snubbed out her cigarette.
She rolled over and snuggled up tight.
She put her lips to my ear.
Her voice was soft.
She said Purdue?
I said yeah?
Brandy said Purdue please shut up.