SOL: In Vino Veritas

What if, when I had you in my grasp
I pinned you against the sandstone walls?
Poured cheap red wine over your flaxen hair, your voracious mouth
Your intoxicating body – let it spill down your skin and
Drip onto the mosaic tiles, filled myself to the
Brim with your frame, aching for release.
What if I had dropped my guard?
Brought you home?
Drank you in?

3AM Thoughts // AKA “Toeing the Line of Common Decency.”

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