paint your fingernails
the color of merlot
so that when you slip your hands
between your thighs
you can get more drunk
after we kiss
leave that wine
at the corners of the apricot slices
you were gifted as lips
so i can savor them in kisses
as i grab you by your hips
so that dessert can begin
these stockings against your skin
grow damp with your honey
and your nails
painted the color of merlot
dig into my back
saying only one thing:
'tonight, we will be drunkards and tomorrow, lovers.'
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