Wine Goddess
Posted on February 20, 2018
by Linda Lee Lyberg
19 Comments
of this fine vintage pour
slip from the Goddess’s lips
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.
Wow! Wowzer! Yikes! An awesome poem!! 😊💛
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Thanks Walt! You can come back and read it anytime!😉💛😂
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Oh, I will, lol
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😂
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Beautiful poem, that for me, recalls a beautiful moment. Thank you for the journey.
Cheers,
Mark
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You’re welcome! So happy you liked it. 😊
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“sliding down her sultry throat
’til she’s supple and wanting sin”
Love the sibilance here. Such a sexy piece.
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Thank you!
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A good reason not to waste the wine.
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Yes, absolutely! Thank you Frank.
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ooo very sexy here!
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Thank you! I appreciate hearing that from you. 😊
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Drinking it all in is quite intoxicating.
Dwight
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Thank you Dwight!
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that a most seductive claret… you didn’t waste a drop
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No, never! Thanks Bjorn.
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Such sensuality in this piece. That wine is made for love it seems.
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Yes, it seems to be. Thank you Paul, it was an enjoyable write.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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