Sultan's Day Off

I live for Wednesdays.

Yes, they are hump days.

Camel? No, I’m not.

I top off with whiskey,

gets me feeling frisky,

makes me hot to trot.

I enter in the harem,

so eager to nail ‘em,

and take on the lot.

Giggling with laughter,

they know what I’m after,

rushing to my cot.

Stripping and unveiling,

one by one wailing, our

bodies in a knot.

So intense the pleasure,

tending to his treasure.

Thank you, Sultan, …

I mean, like,…a lot!

~g