Tolerance

*Tolerance*

Serve me the
Unadulterated Proof—
I am a Fully Grown Adult
In demand of your
Full Service.

I like my women how I like my coffee:
Black and Hot.
Better Yet,
I like my women how I like my whiskey:
Strong and Intoxicating.
I want to down all of your potency, but I fear that you fear I’ll find your undiluted nature to be impure.
So you save your strongest stuff for roughnecks at the edge of the bar and discreet journeymen on the heels of your confessionals.
Something tells me you think I am a lightweight because I do not flaunt legendary stories of intake. But sweetheart, believe me when I say:

You have No Idea how high my tolerance is.

No, I will not judge, and I will not budge—
When I feel the effects of your
Absolute Content.

So here’s to a raunchy good time…

Bottoms Up.

From Art of Mind III: The Evolution of a Trilogy
Copyright © 2013 Clyde Aidoo