Hiding in the old, rusty wine cellar,
we laugh
and take turns sipping the tangerine wine.
We sit on the dusty hardwood floor
and our drunken giggles
float into the atmosphere.
Our lips press against the bottle
and we share each other's secrets,
creating new memories.
~ Taylor-Anne
April 17, 2019.
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My Bittersweet Tangerine Heart | 2
PoetryHighest Ranks: #1 in poetrycommunity 10/11/19. #6 in poetrybook 10/11/19. #2 in eroticpoetry 2/10/2020. Created & Published: 10/24/2018. Completed: 10/19/19. This is the second collection of my poetry. Welcome, these poems are a continuation of...
