It’s Quadrille Monday over at the dVerse Poets Pub. The prompt is “Spike.”
Spiked like the cherry punch
at senior prom, slower than
a Mississippi Sunday afternoon;
softer than a kitten’s sigh
but
with a kick like a .475 Magnum —
leaving me with the sweetest
hangover that won’t let go.
That’s how kissing you
is gonna be.
Ha! I wasn’t expecting that ending. Love this. The anticipation here is palatable. 🙂
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Thanks so much, whimsygizmo. I had my doubts about this one! 🙂
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Of course, with consent? Wonderful poem. I, too, was surprised at the ending.
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Without a doubt, consent. Glad yhou enjoyed, Robert D.!
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i’ve never heard intoxicating described any better ❤
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You say the nicest things. And I appreciate them (and you) very much. Thank you, msjadeli.
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You are very welcome.
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Oh, so good.
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Thank you, V.J. I’ve had some trouble writing of late. Maybe the block has been lifted. 🙂
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Seems like it!
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Yep, get that, 🙂
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Thank you, crimsonprose. 🙂
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Nicely done, Susan, you’ve captured the anticipation of a kiss so well!
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Thank you, Kim. 🙂
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Perhaps them lips need be registered, with a permit issued to carry – dangerous! 🙂
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Thanks, Rob. Good thinking! 🙂
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What an ending!! Well, as long as you know before hand….right! Right .
Love this.
Pat
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Thanks, Pat! Glad you enjoyed!
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I like the anticipated spike in that kiss.
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A kitten’t sigh… how very nice… and to be drunk from the kisses sounds right
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Thanks Bjorn!
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That’s definitely what it feels like! I love this 😀
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Thank you, sanaarizvi! 🙂
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