Beneath the froth of stories
is the thick, rich liquid,
hot and satisfying,
that is my reason
to sip this drink of you.
In the dark converging
of all that’s potent,
I take you in.
I wanted to get to this point,
held my lips closed
to keep out the superfluous,
to feel the rush of you
come up from underneath.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 4, 2013
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