I drive her wild
along skin-kissing
whispers,
my soft
tongue flicks
my beard drags
and twisting words,
a gentle script
I’ve written
just for her
pleasures
because my
body can’t deny
her any longer,
she knows
she needs
to give up this
need of control
and dripping
with desire
serve
For now
~
I cannot seem to
place her smile
back into the bottle
the cork is loose
I gladly pour
another glass of her
tasty vintage
milky twilight
down my beard
