OLD MAN FLIRT
Lady, let me flirt with you
B'fore I forget the reasons why
I have not forgotten the fluidity
Of a lusciously moving thigh.
Let me smell the nectar
You whisk up in the air
or just a tiny little whiff
from the flavor of your hair.
Ma'am, let me just say
I like those sultry lips.
The way you sway in step
tunes your moving hips.
I may as well say it
I am caressed by your smile.
And the strength of your gait
shows you've got the style.
I beg you, don't be angry
at my bold and forward talk.
Not meant to insult you
I bathe in your sultry walk.
See, I mean you no harm.
No way do I tend to hurt.
Chose you for my last lustful look
and my final wayward flirt.
