I would be red
Deep, ruby, dripping
wet, blood, red
Filled of love, passion, hate
defiance
subtle sadness
and a hint of sarcasm
You would drink me in slow:
deliberate thrusts of your tongue
as it touches the iron cold glass
prison that traps me
I will slide into the back
of your throat with a sensuous
warmth
I am not your communion wine
I am something else entirely
And I am warm as I slide into your belly
Where I will stay dancing, waiting,
until you take another
sip
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