Wisps of Wonder Under a California Moon

a well crafted necklace surrounds your neck (long smooth inviting) delivers subtle accusations of adultery… …cannot be faithful, only you alone must endure these constant passing’s by of tempting selections; forced still head down layered like a deck of cards hopes for a queen, curses the joker. slowly i pull back your fastened ribboning the very fabric that hides your forbidden fluid, ceremonial aroma floats orchids across the breeze plucked perfectly from your long stem to pour all of you fulfills all of me... selfish me! scent trembles excites my senses eyes seduced to closure, your taste never alien… no longer forcing away your temptation firmly grasping caressing your thin waist exiling premature hesitation lifting, tilting, our mouths become one pouring every ounce passionately a want that cause angels to turn, afflicting the harvest moon to blush. swishing you around my tongue leaving a masque of satisfaction (clouds losing breathe) exhaling slowly looking into your eyes pleasant is this longing (smoke barrels, oak crates, blackberries) passing one simple statement: “I am thankful for bottles of Merlot”