smoking cigarettes
kissing hands
drinking *****
caressing curves
getting high
opening your thighs

drinking, smoking, *******
crude
and not true

indulging, socializing, making love
beautiful
and honest

your mouth is delicate
and delectable
to taste you again
ah, what bliss

and that flower that opens under
the tent of white sheets
sweetly calling me in my dreams
it cannot help itself
but to call out to be touched once more

and that glass of wine,
the way it hits your lips is divine
red, coloring your mouth
flushed in your cheeks
just like when I place my mouth
upon your body
teasing that thing which cannot be said
but merely alluded to.

we paint with our bodies
high on the ecstasy of ***
and marijuana
and of wine
and of love
and of lust
and that habitual and animalistic
passion
that runs through our veins
connected
red
red
red
red

you
my habit that i cannot kick
the addiction that sits on my hip
my muse
my light
my goddess of sun