"Delirious Dance"

Fine wine,

we drink

of its taste

so sweet.

Lingering like

that which

intoxicates.

Pleasure

of the flesh,

so desirous

of the

human touch.

Nectar of the gods

releases upon

the chin,

streams of white.

Flow

down the throat,

like the flood

of a river's rush,

orgasmic. . .

Timothy Michael Divito c2019

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