Party Favors
Fumbling as I pour a drink
it spills down the side of the glass
and on my fingers
cursing in my head
I raise my hand to my lips
my tongue reacts to the strong taste
I notice you
noticing me
and I linger
licking my finger
the cold drink in your hand
begins to sweat
I raise my glass towards you
then drink
my glass
wet
drips
your eyes follow the slow roll
between my breasts
I smile
at your smile,
one moment falls
and there I am
breathing your breath
my moist lips cover
sweet taste of your mouth
music playing
so loud there are no words
your eyes invite me
slowly
hands caressing
undressing
our quiet dark corner
full of sensual scents and sounds
feeling inside me,
my body guiding you
gliding with you
our flavors mix
and you drink of me
passion mounts
you moan against my skin
my thighs tighten
your body follows
our breath heavy
with sighs of release
you lean in towards my ear
and whisper, “Can I get you a drink?”
This particular poem is one of my personal favorites. It was one of four I had selected by a former webzine called Mind Caviar which has since ceased its creative processes but the archives are still available. I wrote under a different name at that time due to a horrific choice of marrying at the age of 20!! But that is a topic for another type of post. 🙂
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