Oral
Erotic Short Story
Fishing it out my whiskey glass
I ran the ice cube round my lips
the coolness and alcohol stinging.
Not sure why I did it other than strong urge,
My attention drawn to my mouth’s dryness
a thirst the bourbon wasn’t quenching.
My Chanel lipstick pleading to be spread,
mashed with moisture,
until my mouth speaks only of fierce indulgence.
