Intoxicant.
A vanilla-scented
ruminant.
I remember it…
like a hammer-blow,
intense and wishful,
the swirling fistful
of passion, potent,
and intensely
blissful.
There is a delicate place,
where your neck curves away
from the collar’s lace
and like a magnet,
I am drawn in,
closely, inhaling
heat and sorrow,
only to exhale
love
and
ruin,
from the carnal wreckage,
buried so deep
within.
Call me here
to kiss your neck
and breathe your scent,
my forever sin.
I will drink you, in
choking, breathless gulps,
that splash upon my lips,
and upon my quivering chin.
I will drink you in.
©️ CG Tenpenny, 2023.
Gorgeous.
Thank you!