Tequila and Temptation.A Poem by MarshallI could have shied away from the glassy worm attaining nirvana at the bottom of this drink. But no, it was hard to resist especially when the night needed fire and dancing girls to swing the music bending in that savage twist and turn hips pulsating lips pouting and hips thrusting in that primal passion for evening song. Ten down and arabian mexican twilights defying the tranquility of thinking the sunset stirred the fires and the embers glowed red with swollen passion. I joined in the circle of wiggling sinner pelvic girdles, raw and beautiful uncaring of the language that radiates with music and 80 per cent proof of dynamite, once past the vocals. The morning found us wrapped against the waves constant fingers lapping at our senses as we woke to the sunshine of naked bodies fumbling for protection against the bright lights of excess libido. We wrote new memories and mammaries that summer holiday. Author NotesHoliday of excess? © . All rights reserved, 15 days ago© 2014 Marshall |
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