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
Author notes
19. BeMeBeInsane. I do not believe in backgrounds for poetry really. So excuse me for not putting one up. I believe that it is the poets job to provide the background.
A contest entry
- Fifty Options --- Big Points --- FIFTEEN MORE!!!!!!!! by x--nocturnia--x.
2000 points, ended August 27, 2008, 39 entries
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