Night is a Crime in My Mouth (Revisited)

night is a crime in my mouth
waiting to unfold
on my taste buds
notes of tart black cherry
plum
pomegranate
white oak

night is a crime in my mouth
waiting to be swallowed whole
neon light recklessness
your back alley whiskey kiss

night is a crime in my mouth
waiting to unfold
promises made by your lazy hand
moving up my bare thigh
rich delicious skin
melting into mine
I long to taste on my tongue
everything this wicked night
has to offer
 
© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved

 

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