19. Black Velvet

Arrived here once more
This door I've seen
More times than a million
Secluded and heavy
The sign small, unnoticed

Breach the door now
Weight definitely dominate
And a gust of smug air
Familiar air
This atmosphere

A simple gesture
And a simple motion
A wisp crisping
And a loud "pop"
Along a gentle slush

Stout and champagne
Mix gently and sweetly
Lips meet my glass

Black Velvet

The desire satiated
Orgasms sputter
Mouth adrool and full
Intimacy seems overrated

Tipping the glass over
And landed upside down
The mahogany under white
Few drops meet at this place

Smell of strawberries
Of a platter nearby
Indulge of a few or more
Lips more red than ever
Sweet bitterness

Black Velvet

A taste known only to me
And the soaked napkin
I overjoyedly allowed pleasure