Jun 2014
We are getting drunk
on sultry nights
in the park,
Hypnotized by the
wine, the heat
the laughter.
Cigarette smoke mixes
with the cologne of
beautiful boys.
The sensual scent plays,
excites and calls me
wildly and tenderly.
It craves me to
kiss his neck
and he tells me that i am ***.
on sultry nights
in the park,
Hypnotized by the
wine, the heat
the laughter.
Cigarette smoke mixes
with the cologne of
beautiful boys.
The sensual scent plays,
excites and calls me
wildly and tenderly.
It craves me to
kiss his neck
and he tells me that i am ***.
Summer has just started. This poem is dedicated to those nights when you're 20-something and get drunk with your friends in a park. As strangers pass by and you're getting more and more tipsy their scent is blown to you by the breeze and it turns you on.
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