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


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.


SusanWritesPrecise/ Susan Marie Shuman
Mississippi Delta Huffington Post




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