Would You Like An Irish Coffee Dear?

Would You Like An Irish Coffee Dear? Pickpocket clever fingers Up to no good. Bra clip eyes linger Intriguingly rude. His chiselled locked jaw Hinged two delights Not that he ever saw... She'd turn off the lights. Though his wandering hand Searching a switch. Now you know that is band!!! Especially not wearing a stitch. So rolled over unimpressed Known fine well his advances Would never get undressed.. Alcohol.... just might help his chances??? The Bard o Biggar