Treasure Island

Dilantha Gunawardana


Firewater


A beginning
Soaked in perfection
As effervescent hope
Saturates the soul
A baptism to an ageless beauty
As you caress her hyaline texture
Blending to her vintage complexion
To make love to her luscious body
With the tip of your tongue
As man solvates his inhibition
In a magical chalice
A paramount rite of passage
Dwarfing all other pubescent milestones
A practice absolved of vows
Your own clandestine mistress
Who breathes fire into water
With fiery eyes and supple hips
Who will stand by her man
Even when the legs are feeble
And the cane is nigh

Submitted: Friday, October 25, 2013
Edited: Friday, October 25, 2013
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A poem on the first drink

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