Wicked Game
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Late the music played in the smoky air
in our noir Bogey and Bacall vignette,
and hands that stroked your silky chestnut hair
held a red wine and lit a cigarette.
Your soft skin smelt of aloes and citrus -
the smudge of fresh lipstick on your wineglass,
and what covet it was those lips to kiss -
in wine there’s truth! In vino veritas!
What a wicked game you play to make me
feel this way - to make me burn in your flame,
and what a wicked thing to make me see
that, you doll, are no ordinary dame.
Now whistle our song one more time, you know…
you just put your lips together and blow!
Written: April 2013
For Les
Note: Wicked Game is a song by
Chris Isaak. It was then
and will always be our song.
Copyright © Keith D Trestrail | Year Posted 2022
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