Crystals Stories

You stretched yourself across my chestBraced against the bedYour hand pressed firm into my fleshThe bottle in your grasp Back lit, the bourbon glows like fireIts odor like a drugYou tip your head backBare your throatAnd swallow down a slug Eyes intense upon meYour liquor on my lips  Shining; burning; hauntingFluid aching shifts Tongue tracing with intoxicantBite that leaves its stingAwaken what was lost to usCast off our...