Un-veiled and sweet
liquors blushing pride,
full of hopes and dreams
.....scarred.
Bitten nails
clawing envy,
luscious lips
thirst to nip.
Noose of truth
stockings white
shapes the lies
firm-ly denied.
Sultry eyes
lash to mute.
Lure for bait
weeping fate.
Black pearl gates
creak open wide
inviting hungered
souls inside…
Sip and taste
nocturnal wine
aged in cellars
wept despair.
Bottoms up,
my love…
sweetly,
have your fill.
Patience is not virtue,
when you do not live to tell.



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