POETRY

 

Fixation
by Brent Sampson

Just a shadowy reflection
Of obsession
In my mind
My mouth
Tastes pink
Delectable and sweet
Swirling like a daiquiri
A merlot
A chardonnay
Licking cream out
Of that come-hither pout
And the sharp wit
Of smoldering eyes
Dares me to take another taste
For four straight days
I reveled in your ways
Now that the fixation is gone
The fetish lingers on

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