Some come in wintertime

And bring delight

To an empty night.

Others in summertime

Fall with legs bare

In sultry air.

First timers are shy

And frequently do maintain

“I won’t do that again!”.

While guys inwardly sigh

And under their breath say,

“You will for pay”.

Kisses, laced with wine

Are sometimes divine

For good strong drink

Wards off think.

And a painted smile

Stays for a while.