Anna and the French Kiss
She pours me
A sip of red wine
From her ruby lips
Our tongues dance
Mingling in liquid silk
There is sweetness in
The taste of emotion
We are tongue and eternity
We are tongue’s on fire
We are tongue and liquid form
I am smell to her taste
Two burning tongue’s
Quenched by this thirst inside
I am content entangled
In this entwined vine.
16.8.2021
Copyright © Carol Mitra | Year Posted 2021
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