Tease

I drive her wild

along skin-kissing

whispers

My soft

tongue flicks

my beard drags

through her furrow

My twisting words

are a gentle script

that I’ve written

just for her

pleasures

All because my

body can’t deny

her any longer

She finally

gave up this

need of control

and dripping

with desire

Kneels

in service

~

It is pure Joy

I cannot seem to

place her

blue eyed smile

back into the bottle

the cork is loose

I gladly pour

another glass of her

tasty vintage

whiskey

Before spilling

her milky twilight

down my beard