Monday, October 5, 2009

Cigarettes and Crown

Kissing him--
feels like I shouldn't
which makes me want him
all the more.
The blood rushes
to my lips
plumping them,
priming them,
for his mouth
to bite mine.

God I love
it when he does that.
Please keep nibbling
my neck,
lick the plumeria scent
from my chest,
savor the curves of my hips
that resemble that of a Les Paul's.
Skin to skin warms my core.

He tastes of
cigarettes and crown
with a ginger ale back.
Normally I'm not a
whiskey fan,
but I drink him in,
shot by shot.
Inhibitions no more--
second-hand libations
are oh
so good.

1 comment:

  1. Sexy, it should be expanded on. Love the line "lick the plumeria scent from my chest."

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