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Wine Goddess


Let not a single drop
of this fine vintage pour
slip from the Goddess’s lips
and fall upon the floor.

Let it roll around her tongue
flushing her translucent skin
sliding down her sultry throat
’til she’s supple and wanting sin.
Let her hair fall around my face
as she pulls me deeper down
Let my lips caress her breasts
as I enter her silky mound.
And when at last it’s over
As we both lay spent from love
let us enter a dreamless sleep
to soft music of cooing doves.

©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg


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