So undulating and intoxicating,
Lanky streaks of moonshine saunter shamelessly
Across the dark waters, flaunting their wiles
In an assault on our inhibitions.
So titillating and scintillating,
Their hypnotic dances catch the weary
Watcher’s eyes, tempting his parched soul to drink
The sweet nectar of their blatant seduction.
Rejuvenating and invigorating,
A few long draughts of their potent liquor
Renew his jaded spirit with spirits
Fermented in Nature’s best breweries.
Moonshine is a good woman, but she lusts
For the man who appreciates her vices.