Treasure Island

devon da poet

(April 27,1992 / Sauteurs, Grenada)

I Love German Wine and French Kisses

I love German wine and French kisses.
I'll brag of my abilities.
I'm a good kisser and I bet you're fine yourself.
I can hold my liquor,
though I may stagger to your heart.
I know when to turn and twist my lips,
and when to gurgle it or just simply sip.
Germans, yea they're tantalizing,
but french, o i love my cocktail.
French kisses are came through wishes,
while German wines are good on the rocks.
You're an army wife, and I'm a german soldier- who fell in love with a french encounter.
O teach me how to kiss you baby,
I'm never too experienced to learn.
Your lips are just so natural.
No lipstick on, no lip gloss on,
though your lips shine like the sun.
I'm a german rebel who drinks from the finest bottle of red grape, mild booze.
It's not Ocean Spray nor Hillshire Farm,
Just the finest cuisine wine.
Baby you fit my criteria.
Your beauty I admire.
French is in my resume,
let me apply to your heart.
There's a sacred reason why i like french kisses.
It's not that i like to play a lot,
but in fact, I'm very romantic.
I love to see your lips on display.
When you start caressing baby,
you change the atmosphere.
Indulge a sip of wine with me.
Lets make a toss to the
Cheers to the waitresses in Munich.
Kiss me like I'm your husband.
Yes babe! That's exactly who I am.
Teach me like a sermon.
Do I kiss you okay?
Lips to lips and tongue to tongue
in a motion like a 'merry go round'.
Your entire body moves with your lips.
What manner of kissing is this?
Have you drank too much booze,
or are you just only in the mood?
You grab my neck so tightly,
rubbing and shoving as the kissing inclines.
O what sweet sensation?
French kisses, german wine!
Your body shivers as a naked child in the cold wind.
Lips glitter as they come together in fullscreen; from slow to fast then slow again,
rough and easy,
a romantic game.
Gently pulling your lips forward with mine to and fro,
I can see nothing but feeling.
The scent of wine still lingering,
though I can taste the sweetness of you lips.
Teeth never collide as they're concealed beneath.
When the tongue tips meet,
the feelings get at its peak,
but when its all over Francais,
I guarantee you'll miss our time
of french kisses and german wine.

Submitted: Sunday, April 21, 2013
Edited: Monday, April 22, 2013

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