Not The Best Man
NOT THE BEST MAN
As we stole away
from your brother’s
baroque and ornate
wedding,
you snagged the last
bottle of Dom
from a silvered tray.
Smiling with conspiracy
you stashed it
up under your dress
God only knows how,
then you put one finger
on your impossibly pink lips
as if this were as much a secret
as the breathless stolen kisses
behind the floral filigreed
garden trellis.
How sweet you tasted,
foamy and sparkling
all at once,
your appetites a match
for my own.
And in the drowsy
after time
when you went soft
and revealed
your soul…
I was afraid.
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This bottled tryst shared with those poetic folks over at DVerse Poets.
©2023 Christopher Reilley
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I love this! Such a gorgeous, gorgeous response to the prompt 😍😍
ReplyDeleteVery sensual and honest. Love the ending... a beautifully crafted poem.
ReplyDeleteHow very passionate and sensual this is. The ending leaves the reader to imagine how it will be, smiles.
ReplyDeleteOh... what a mischievous sister and mistress.
ReplyDeleteI love the fun and passion in this. And the honesty.
ReplyDeleteVery sensual. The lines flow to that great ending.
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