Wicked Kisses
by Alan Mahood


So when our lips,
Yours glistening, full,
Rubicund, rimmed black
Meet, do you feel
With me the thistle
Tingling itch, making the
Wine savory tartness
Ever the more sweet?
Wicked kisses.
When our arms entwine,
And your thighs wrap
My hips, our bodies
Joined, you seeking
To draw me even deeper
Within, do you feel
With me the barb wire
Sharp, rose thorn deep
Stabbing pain ripping
At our shared soul,
Telling how our eternity
Will be, burning, burning,
White hot, welded hip to
Waist, chest to heart?
Wicked, wicked kisses.

-amahood



11-18-1999

09/22/2001

Posted on 09/22/2001
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