last drop of you

The hunger in my eyes, for nicotine craving the scent, striking the match for the sulfur
and flames of your lips leaving the ashes as I follow in a a dimly lit room of tobacco
and your leaf of toasted breath exhaling the smoke into the hollow of my throat
on the edge of twilight’s fatha magana. Memorizing the shape of your snifter of
cognac, unfiltered , fermenting in my memory like a slow burn…libido rising
like the heat of whiskey in my veins, drunk on the musk of your neck, intoxicated
by the smolder of your hips swaying like a pendulum between my fingers,
the slow drag of your exhale against my shoulder as I pull you closer. The embers
of your gaze igniting the fuse of my desire…in a pandemonium orgy reaching
for my Zippo lighter as you trace your finger along my jawline, whispering in my ear.
The slow burn of your words like the aftertaste of good bourbon lingering on
my tongue as you breathe your way into the hollow of my chest…your lips
parting like the flame of a candle flickering in the dark, your tongue teasing
the rim of my glass as I swallow the last drop of you.