liquor

her quickening comes quietly
liquor licks her thighs

his emergence in her
defiant of reason’s issue

and then, the shiver

a mature second ripening
she lays beneath virility
and writhes beneath morality

her hunger, cock hunger
fed by his flesh
youthfully carving
her liquor licked thighs

One thought on “liquor

  1. I like liquor licked thighs. It turns me on, perhaps it’s that “L” sound. Lauren likes liquor licked thighs. Perhaps Nabokov was on to something.

    Yikes, I should really get back to work.

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