I drive her wild

along skin-kissing

whispers,

my soft

tongue flicks

my beard drags

and twisting words,

a gentle script

I’ve written

just for her

pleasures

because my

body can’t deny

her any longer,

she knows

she needs

to give up this

need of control

and dripping

with desire

serve

For now

~

I cannot seem to

place her smile

back into the bottle

the cork is loose

I gladly pour

another glass of her

tasty vintage

milky twilight

down my beard