Lover of mine.

The translucent liquid poured into her glass.
Gently pressing her lips, drinking, a woman with class.

She began to clench her teeth gently into her lips.
As she watched him sway her from head to hips.

She felt an acceleration of his own heart beat.
Feeling his face, he flushed, burning up with heat.

Looking down she laughed, biting her lips hard.
As his hands touched her waist, she was on guard.

She felt a surge shoot through her brain.
Drinking her poison, what was there to gain?

Two bodies sat, side by side, it was pure bliss.
But in the silence, it was him wanting to be kissed.

Her legs walked towards the kitchen where she
poured him another round.
Always a step ahead, she knew, bringing him to his ground.

They sat there drinking, staring blankly into one another.
But they both yearned for a passionate lover.