Red Whine
I can feel the whine inside fermenting,
maybe it is time to cash in my chips.
A sure sign of cornucopia? Swollen lips.
All at once my self restraint is relenting.
The contour of those toned shoulders,
it’s enough to make my mouth water.
When you’re near my skin gets hotter,
dewdrops gush as my face smolders.
My chest has now begun to undulate,
dizzy and damp I’m left light headed.
Intimate spaces suddenly reddened,
hunger makes it hard to concentrate.
This bruised fist has turned blue-black,
now it’s my turn for a little bit of fun.
I know you know what you have done,
owning my ornery I can’t hold it back.
Overflowing with need I must submit,
I’m going to take what I need from you.
I have no choice but to do what I do.
Jibber-jabber? Let’s just cut through it.
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