Attraction
blood red lips
in rosebud pout
taking little sips
leather clad fingers
take their own pace
caress and linger over
contours of my face
cold blue eyes
full of icy fire
closely mirror
my own desire
I begin to think
we will leave
together
after this drink
Copyright © Terry Ireland | Year Posted 2022
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