QUENCH

tipping the glass to meet his lips

he drained it

but

it did not quench his thirst

he was remembering her

the way she spread herself for him

the sweet sticky

wanna lick the taste off your fingers

taste of her  

the way she came for him

the way she quenched his thirst

like nothing else could

AHHHH

quench

Author's Notes/Comments: 

thanks for the muse red 1luv

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i know the feeling, but have never had the pleasure. elle, your pen is a bringer of dreams unfulfilled pleasures we can only imagine. we catch a glimpse and for me elle it is never enough.

admirer of your work