Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Fear

kissed her whiskey-wet
along the tingling bend
of her neck, wrapped
around her narrow waist
as she arched her back
against her better judgment,
slipped inside her shirt, felt
her nipples confess to wanting
his whiskey mouth and chaser tongue
to take the long way around
the tasting of her trembling body.



The Homestead Review - Fall 2014

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