That Old Southern Comfort Poem by Eva Mae Witt

I can remember when first we did both did meet
That old fresh linen and jug of Southern Comfort
Did bring on some mighty passions of heat
As we both fulfilled our urges off in the court

We both willy-wagged till all hours till long after dawn
As we kept our old lantern and sipping Southern Comfort
In our campfire outback, we pleasured all our fancies on
We ran outside naked to cool ourselves in our own fort

Then we became more rambunctious all through the night
We both gave lots of pleasure, oh my we brought up the heat
Till next morning we both looked like we had partied delight
Now we have not much energy to meet and both greet

Now we're both old and still know how to ignite
Oh, how we still love each other more today and night.