After Dinner
After Dinner
You open yourself as
uncorked wine, pour out
that subtle, supple, sensual
secret stuff inside; passion
bottled fluid, flowing, enfolding
the shrunken space between
us. Two tongues linger, languorous
wrapping together, tasting
words.
I lay drunk with you.
2 comments:
Voyeurism aside, I (again) like this one. You've got a liquid flow of the words going, which is cool, because that is also what you are talking about. And a conversation as a French kiss, and sex like wine, yummy. A good conversation could (should maybe) be erotic like that.
K
should be, but only with a certain, select, person. [grin]
glad you enjoyed it, even if you now need a cold shower.
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