Erotic Poetry,  love liqueur,  Sunday Scribblings


Pouring vanilla liqueur

Make me lickable
Flavor me with sensation
Finger stir an exotic blend
Find my boiling point
Distill love’s liqueur

Measure me out
Two parts naughty
To one part dark
Then lick me up
One drop at a time

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