Infused

A moment of ritual
Never watching the clock
Absorbed in your coldness
Prompted to sway
As you attract me
My lips touch yours

Clutching your shoulder
To keep you near
If you warm too fast
This night
Won’t last

Blank faces down
Trapped in boredom
Deprived of a mind
Each one chilled so good
It won’t be long
Before I leave you behind

Now the edge is off
From a profusion of spirits
It’s all been fun
We’ll be up
With the sun

Only a favored bottle
Tells the proper time
Drink it down
This love potion
Then, you’re certain to be mine

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C. Gandy 04-21-16

Weaving a few lines of double entendre, too!  Photo is not mine.

 

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