Monday, April 16, 2012



My mistress, brown and smoky sweet
She leads me through my lover’s door
And spills my whims upon her shore
She taunts me with her toxic treat
Her kisses, worthy of repeat
Entrapping me within each pour
Nectar befuddles me once more
Not sated, more do I entreat

Willingly, she fills my glass
And I indulge, and drink my fill
When in my haste, I make a spill
I lick her from my fingers clean
Until the essence of my lass
Is but a vapor; smoky, husky scene

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