You handsome contraption, you bitter sweet
how did our still lips end up in such a fiery kiss?
the heat radiating from your hands
the liquor on your lips.
The way you move
what liquor do you call this?
Your hands on my hips,
my hand tugging your . . .
Your eyes racing hungrily,
chasing the unfirnished curves of my anatomy.
Words dripping callously,
Love dances absently.
We've forgotten
about
vanity.
