Sweet Wine

Lips like mine,

soft, tender,

entwined we are

as we paint

each other

with our fingertips.

How luxurious it is,

breast to breast,

such gentle power

we share,

as we take each other

higher,

Oh,

the scent of you,

the way you know my

body,

like your own,

How hard we hold

and grip

and want,

compelled by the

beauty of it.

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3 comments on “Sweet Wine

  1. ozymandiaz says:

    after i recompose myself perhaps i an summon some appropriate vocabulary to describe why this sent my composure off kilter

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