Intoxicating fingers smooth as butter, as the touch
becomes a symphony caressing, anticipating a dance
on my flesh with a kiss from Diablo whispering
tequila and lime hot as the brimstone indulging
the night from the fingers of his chassis and dark
Cadillac, melting my soul
I like how this poem blends sensuality with danger -the smoothness of butter colliding with tequila, lime, and brimstone. I feel the heat and intoxication of the imagery, like being pulled into a dark, reckless night that’s both thrilling and a little dangerous.
I do like the dark side in writing. Thank you kindly.
Powerfully penned, Adagio. I dig this one a lot. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you, Damian.