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French Rose Wine

Poetry By: miniscott

Summer has just started. This poem is dedicated to those nights when you're 20-something and get drunk with your friends in a park. As strangers pass by and you're getting more and more tipsy their scent is blown to you by the breeze and it turns you on.

Submitted:Jun 15, 2014    Reads: 84    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

We enjoy getting drunk

on sultry nights

in the park,

Hypnotized by the

wine, the heat

the laughter.

Cigarette smoke mixes

with the cologne of

beautiful boys.

The sensual scent plays,

excites and calls me

wildly and tenderly.

It craves me to

kiss his neck

and he tells me that i am sex.


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