Friday, July 14, 2006

prelude to a (much-needed) kiss

friday night
torrential rain
cold, cold wind...
a ripple of anticipation caresses me
as the warmth of my lips meets the cold of his,

we are as two lovers sharing the deepest, sweetest, most passionate kiss

the familiar heat spreads down
around me
through me
inside me
as i drink from him
and savor the taste
that is his alone

a taste of heaven in a little brown bottle



Freedom Glutton said...

This is a beautiful description of a drink.

Its amazing I have passed so many everyday experiences and moments of thinking without going just a bit deeper. When you do go deep, the physical act reveals its 'emotional' side.

Lizza said...

Why thank you, Freedom.

Inspiration comes in so many forms, alcohol being one of them. :-)

Thanks for dropping by!

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