010709b Only Walls’ Decor Know Poem by Manonton Dalan

moments later we are at mercy of merlot
i could have splashed on my face; did you
see my rose face; sharp eyes on your face
shiny thin lips; tease by beauty in chemise
for a while i nailed my hands on my knees
sip more to keep myself away from kisses

audio took backseat and we discover taste
indulge ourselves with no thread of regret
like a frenchman secret desire to know
if femme fatale has enough of a brew
sweet music ruled, vessel of journey
hook both of us and no sign to let go

you are naughty you blow air into my lips
i felt it pop my ears and brought me to tears
so i filled my mouth with bubbly, i resist
it burst into spray, i could see tiny nodules
adorn your chest, i reach out play with kiss
you full my hair, your feet on my waist