cool dark velvet punctuated with jutting hips
lips parted and slicked
sweaty hands placed where wings should be
breath like hot whiskey
kettle drums beat in time to the room
blacked windows loom
fiery motion shudders with touch
final crescendo rush
lips parted and slicked
sweaty hands placed where wings should be
breath like hot whiskey
kettle drums beat in time to the room
blacked windows loom
fiery motion shudders with touch
final crescendo rush
posted by saucybritches at
1/25/2005 01:49:00 PM
1 Comments:
I think that all poets should frequently use the word "whiskey" in their poems...
Excellent poem...i wish I could be as descriptive as you...one day.
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