Fate makes a Fine Martini

Heady and heavy from spirits of fate,

I imbibed wantonly, indeed my wits

were smitten deep by the mixture,

intoxicated in those olive green eyes,

those luscious eyes she set  upon me.

 

I drank her down and slowly she

disrobed her armor, as I did mine,

arms embraced, bare bones shown.

I drank her down to warm the cold

graciuosly, gladly down to her soul

and in those arms, we were at home.

Reviews

[J.L. Davenport]

I love it! Nice and sensual