I inch you closer to my lips;
Swirling,
Sniffing each time between sips.
The silky smooth redness you always seem to bear,
Stains my lips but it’s a shade I love to wear.
Too much of you can lull a man to sleep,
As you race through the veins to nurse the secrets that we keep.
As I breathe you in,
Oh how it feels like a sin.
Your scent faint but quite grasping,
As the cold glass brushes my chin.
As your taste hits my tongue,
Smooth like silk on skin,
I smile knowing this glass will soon grace my lips again.
About the Creator
Julia Alfred
I am a born Dreamer leading an unbelievable life.Encountered people who match the villainous and heroic personas we read about in stories & done things I would surely do better.
A penny for my thoughts is worth it.
Visit Cathartic Whispers
Enjoyed the story? Support the Creator.
Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed. You could also become a paid subscriber, letting them know you appreciate their work.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.