Tequila Kisses
It was years before,
That I had been turned,
To the sweet taste,
Of kisses that burned.
But tonight was different,
As I stood upon her stoop,
I felt trapped,
Like a pigeon in a coop.
Her glances were brandy,
Her touch was gin,
As she leaned in closer,
Tequila kisses became my sin.
Copyright © Lucas Holbrook | Year Posted 2015
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