emc poetry

You grabbed my neck

placing a long awaited kiss on my thirsty lips.

It was your way of telling me

you were parched, too.

I’d love to feel your body

wrapped around mine

in the most innocent

and most seductive ways again

except I can’t tell you that

You’re easy to get drunk off of,

and I love that you taste like whiskey

and cinnamon

that I put in my coffee.

You grabbed my neck

and kissed me like I was killing you to wait

so what does that mean?

-emc