Cocktail Crush
A little of the flaxen locks to twiddle,
Taken she melts to the thirsty lips,
En caged the liquid burning desire,
Knocks to navigate to my pleasure?
Ice flavors smack a spicy conflict,
Twits the tongue with exhilaration,
Liquid passion in a joyous hot mix;
Foreplay chides to move my gut.
The mystic chalice bumps with passion,
On the rocks to conjures a dream,
Nacreous crescent in seductive muse;
A hitch and she rests in solitude.
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