Touching me with your black lace
cold cold thigh accentuating lust Â
giving me a little haunting tweak
memories of our naked tango Â
with fishnet and heels in paradise
and orgasms on a different plateau Â
with a whore’s wet kiss Â
just you and me with a cold martini
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You have an excellent sense of meter, Adagio. I don’t run into that frequently. It’s accentuated, actually, by the lack of rhyme- which can occasionally be detrimental to a piece. Instead, you rely on consonance and alliteration.
This is sultry and stimulating
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Thank you. I don’t rely too much on rhyme because I am not gifted. I scribble.
Well, I could taste the martini that was so vivid. You have a magical poetic streak, so unique!
Thank you kindly.
Are you making the martini? Love the scribble.
Martinis are ‘licious