Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Intoxication

My witch's brew
Doing odd things to you
Baby, swallow deep
Let the potion seep

Lipstick smiles
Hold you awhile
Listen to the lyre
Your heart's on fire

Hot kisses till your vision blurs
Igniting desire, you begin to stir
A tantalizing game
Too wild to tame

Clothing tossed here and there
Burgundy kisses everywhere
Scrape my nails down your spine
Make you feel just fine

Take another drink
No need to think
Just a taste
Not a drop to waste

Moving through the haze
Frantic licks and a gentle graze
Mounting need--frustration
Gives way to intoxication...

2 comments:

  1. Well...he is Irish...had to go all out. You know how it is. ;D

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