One vodka down
And I thought to myself
"Hmmmmmmmmm."
And hungrily eyed
The dark
Hungarian
Boy.
Three vodkas later
The flirting was merciless
Though the language barrier was obvious.
Lucky for me
The language of love is universal.
So we danced
And we drank.
Tensions ran high
Until the public kiss was executed
To the delight of my Hungarian brothers
Who gave my fantastic performance
A standing ovation.

05/22/2003

Posted on 06/02/2003
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