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Lust.

The tart drink swashes as glass tempts keen lips, Your tongue beds lust as your eyes prowl athirst. You note her onyx gown and how it grips

Curves like divine wine glass, your mind coerced.

Each sip intoxicates, each ogle strips.

You’re drunk in lust, your sober-self immersed

Peverse thoughts rise as your jeans seem to shrink… Eyes blink...

Don't think...

"Hi, would you like a drink?"

-Tomi Oyemakinde