[NaNoPoWriMo: Entry 1] VODKA


She tasted of nectar and vodka
not much else but transparent burn
dilute sweetness and rush
hot rush to my head at the scent of Her
drunken laughter lips meeting
elastic leopard print down
tan thighs down another shot
down and up again back-arching
pour two fingers, two fingers
tasted like vodka and and heat
on my tongue and peach nectar
dribbling down brown areolae
coming up, She grinned and I
held my vodka pretty well
next morning waking up in Her shirt
inside-out, dizzied silence
unspoken when we met hungover
at the bar again.


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