the only wine sir you shall drink
from this moment hence
is the wine of mine lips
maybe as well with
the pinkish nectar of my
nubile nips
but only in a private room
where even we do not allow
the mooning moon
to look his fill
upon the shadowed visage of
my milk ladled skin
lost to my feel
as you are
you shall trace my supple curves
as if in a trance
perhaps you will prefer
the future tastes of my more private
intoxication's brand
over that of the tavern's spirits
I believe yes you shall bask in
that special cognac of my very own
desire's making
which shall leave you face down
lapping relentlessly from the fountain of
my unique brewing blend
for we both know
I alone can claim
the proud label of
'Your choicest Intoxicant'.......
(June 18, 2010 325am)


Author's Notes/Comments: 

written for the man who has captured my enchantment and made it his own.

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Afzal Shauq's picture

so sweet and soul touching poem..

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so strange, is like you are speaking to me from the dead..........I know you read what I am typing now but still it is so strange as I know you can never reply back via this particular venue...........but thanks for your comments. warmest regards, your friend M.