Pretty Boy

In the corner with a lager in hand
Gentle manner, silky voice,
What dreamy emerald eyes.
Those lilting roll of his tongue
Oh what music to my ears.

Smirking to the tales
Humming to the music
Oh that silken tone vibrates.
That gentle smirk,
Could just be the end of me.

The boy from the land of gaeltacht 

My little secret from the pale.