Erotic PoetrySummer wine spills on your breast.so relaxed, you tipped your glass
reclining in the unmade bed.
silly.
two ruby winedrops
cling to your breast.
the larger pool
full and brimming
wells and races
to the valley below.
the other
shy like a child behind grown-up legs
clings to the base of your strawberry-pink nipple.
extending my tongue
i gently spread
liquid
across the hard peak.
it evaporates happily
i understand.
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