Him

His lips are the strong whisky to my sole

I want him to smoke my passion of love with my lips as filters

His deep husky voice sends shivers down my spine and makes my legs week

Intoxicating scent reminds me of his presence

His sneaky curve on his lips makes me wonder

©G V Raghavasree

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