"DRUNK SIPS"

Placed a finger, on her lips,
Traced it across her cheeks,
Index, one ear, thumb, dips,
Under her tongue, she licks,
The nectar on my fingertips,
Calls my name when it slips,
Over her lower lip for a kiss,
Sings my name, amid strips,
Heart skips, grips, she gasps,
'Darlin' can I fill those gaps?'
Her heart unzips, drunk sips,
Night flips a heart she keeps.

"Drunk Sips"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha





 


 


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