- Erotic Poetry
- Tequila Temptation
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A salty bead of perspiration,
trickles down with trepidation,
winding the slow road
south.
An empty bottle of tequila
allows me to feel her
as I taste the ambrosia
of her mouth.
The air is thick with intent
while crickets sing a sad lament;
an ode to lovers loving
in the fragrant gloom.
She reveals her inner soul to me
as dying sun slips, betwixt sky and sea.
Passion wanes and while I sleep, she steals away,
beheld by a maudlin moon.
Melancholy dawn breaks and I awaken. Alas no recollection
of my sinful transgression
with an ethereal, mercurial
enchantress.
- COMMENTS
LeBrozabout 16 years agoThe perfect Friday night poem, letting us know what the night holds for adventurous souls. I seem to remember lots of Friday nights like this.
champagne1982about 16 years agowill do that to you. Good rhythm and light rhyme. Thanks for the pome.
