On the Piste

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Our meeting hardly fleeting, Saint Moritz
On the piste, half-lost this smarmy cougar
She gurgled strawberry champagne and spritz
And begged to watch me polish my Ruger

Had she constraint she may have been a saint
I should mention her clothes were by Balmer*
Her leather laden boots were oh-so quaint
And her shame of me drove her to whisper

With ease she could tease, but never be squeezed
Not a great mark for the greatest of thieves
Though not to be seized nor easily pleased
She comes out on top and always achieves

Please jungle queen where’s your scene, your highness
I be lost, wherefore art thou sleek lioness

*The French pronunciation for Balmain

Thank you my good friend Jan Sebastian for doing this for me! ☝ ♥♥♥❤