Poetic Traces
Thursday, 9 September 2021
Her lips parted
As if she was waiting
To drink
To be drunk with him
The sweet agony of desires
Spilling from her thighs
Made her tremble
She clung to him
While he drank her
And made her drink her wine
From his lips.
©LR
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