Rimy Red Bull vodka
spills and soaks
like whispers
I drink from my crotch.

Shoulders brush and citrine
eyes blush demure
apple dimples - I follow
her velveteen trail

with a saunter in vibrato
'til hot breath corals
the nape of her neck
tastes of dew and sweat.

Her hips, my lips caught
in a tryst ' a dim lit hall
with soft knocks and giggles,
I wriggle her pants back up.

Outside, the streets are lined
with meek cabbies who
reek of stale chips and tall
tales. At home, unconfined

we find the floor half-
way through the door
a trail of belts and socks leave
bared treats to ruffle the sheets and

so long as moonlight illumes,
morning may never to rise
to greet these throbbing eyes
and bid the night adieu.

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