A Drink With The Wife

We drained two
And took the third into the bedroom
To finish it off.
Wine ran out of bottle
Traveling over several body parts
Before entering your mouth
And mine.

Running down your curves,
Dripping off of your swollen tips,
Into my tingling kisses.
Then down my slide,
Off my point
And into your wine soaked mouth,
Down your throat
Warming your center.

Emptied vessel becomes tool
Teasing, threatening to enter.
And you show no hesitation.
but pure cooperation
As you open yourself
Inviting my imagination (and anything else)
To enter.

Our wine fueled set heats up,
Grips tighten, muscles clinch
And my hand is on your throat at your command.
Your drunken submission instigates
Playful slander upon your virtue,
Shocking confessions,
And more invitations into darkened holes.

These thrilling challenges
Nearly bring our unprotected romp
To a gamble.
Over-excitement and sheer drunkenness
Lulls the climax.

You then portray a new version of
The Drunken Bawd
And I have great seats.
Looking down at you perform
I am in great awe of your abilities.

Your booze warmed mouth
Is a gift from God.
Goddamn what a great talent!
Yet even though I’m in love with your work
I fail to throw you roses.

Defeated and Drunk
You pass out
Only to awake fully recharged hours later
More welcoming than ever.

Half drunk from the previous night
I smile my way
through your beginning,
Noticing the wine has warmed and soaked
More than just your belly.

I have never felt better
As I look in your eyes
And start this day as the previous night began--
By spilling my grapes upon your body.

Tribute is given to my queen
And my senses are again blessed by great taste
As it comes full circle
And I again receive great juices
At your alter.