Local Brew

Posted in sapphics by maggie on 2007/02/07

Taste my lips.  You'll savor concocted potions,
Sweet delights your tongue finds intoxicating,
Spicy doses swirling inside like witchcraft,
              Lovers' elixir.

Drink until your will is as weak as water.
Swallow me like whiskey that heats your body
Close to boiling over with lust and leisure
              Drenched in my syrup.

Sauced to madness, craving my liquid magic,
Drown beneath the flood of excited passions.
Bar's still open, darling.  Are you still thirsty?
              Ask for a refill.

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