Your sweet-smelling hair
Satin-smooth and rain-damp
It's the tall, cold, moist wine glass
Cradling the repressed cocktail made up of
Hush-soft lips that melt in my mouth
The fluid tenderness of your tongue
Pillow-cheeks, gentle to clash against
When I'm teasingly nibbling on the cherry garnish
That is your ear, every curve, every dimple
Finished off with a neck
Like a tall tower of Irish cream
Buttery, rich, velvety and extremely intoxicating
Firewater, with a striking & a bitter kind of hangover:
A knowing smile for a secret shared,
And the throbbing pain of reality
When the fantasy finally fades away
Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 7:36 PM UTC
Your sweet-smelling hair
Satin-smooth and rain-damp
It's the tall, cold, moist wine glass
Cradling the repressed cocktail made up of
Hush-soft lips that melt in my mouth
The fluid tenderness of your tongue
Pillow-cheeks, gentle to clash against
When I'm teasingly nibbling on the cherry garnish
That is your ear, every curve, every dimple
Finished off with a neck
Like a tall tower of Irish cream
Buttery, rich, velvety and extremely intoxicating
Firewater, with a striking & a bitter kind of hangover:
A knowing smile for a secret shared,
And the throbbing pain of reality
When the fantasy finally fades away
