Deep Desires

She lifts her head and smiles teasingly,
Her tanned fingers curling around her black hair,
As she wounds me with her sea-blue eyes.
“Tell me what you’re thinking?” she pleads.


As her pink tongue seductively swepts
The contours of her coral red lips,
I smile back as the words slowly trickle out,
“I ache to do to you what tequila does to me!”

by seekerblue
posted on 08/26/2009