Nocturnal juice

by April 6, 2018 0 comments

Romantic
Depth of night
Where your shy lips
Were shivering
But the smile
Was attractive.

When,
I fondle you,
Your coy smooch;
Attacks tenderly.
As you huddle me,
A pair of clementine,
Ask me to peel.
They were
So soft.

And
A sweet,
Recondite,
Juice of night
You serve;
to my thirsty
Soul.

editors note:

Ah! Sweet, surreptitious squeeze. No juice fast for me. – mh clay

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