cowrite with Skarlet Rebell Queen









time was away and somewhere
else tonight. the bottles are empty,
the rum is gone, and all that's left
an intoxicated glass with lipstick
stains and a hint of lust.

then she, a vision paling the rest,
glass in hand, the wine flavored lips,
moving with feline symmetry
towards the waiting calmness

moving slowly, naked and glistening,
sliding in between the sheets
where love is nothing but a dead
metaphor.

he reaches for her, licking the taste
off his lips, taking in her fragrance more
intoxicating than the rum running
through his veins.

sliding his hands up to her breasts,
suffocating his fingertips in her warmth,
holding her gaze, hypnotic illusion.

her palm on his chest, migrating south,
her lips aching for his tongue like the moon
does the sea foam.

he rolls her on her back, gently,
and kisses her lips, sliding his tongue
down to her neck.

slowly and willingly, like the breeze,
she spreads her legs. a silent invitation
as he takes her breast in his mouth.

Breathing heavily, his hand glides down,
fingertips gracefully dancing
slowly on her clit. crying for more,
she pulls his pants down and pinned
him down to the bed. taking all of
him slowly inside.

rocking back and forth in ecstasy,
like the shadows of the windowsill,
his hands on her waist and hers on
his chest.

moments erased and replaced.
temporary amnesia when heaven
is shared by two.

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