I never liked the taste of liquor
Unless it was on you
Watching how carefully you pour the amber liquid
In a chilled glass entices thoughts
It is not the liquid in its spendor sitting
In wait, for your mouth
It is after when it invades and corrupts
Twisting its area to meld into something more
You drink and swallow.
Moving closer, so I may have a turn
One deep kiss and I am intoxicated
(You should be bottled)







Me too. I actually don’t drink. But if your laced with a fine liquor, I would totally lick it off of you. Love the erotic writes you create!
Thank you I may continue with these soft erotic pieces. lol I will try to ;))
“It is after when it invades and corrupts”
Oh, hell yeah, it is! What an incredible metaphor you have conjured! I like the amber liquids with the chocolate on the rim…
Giving me ideas,girl
Yes tasting certain things on a potential lover’s lips is incredible. It screams more
Yes, I agree. Thank you