love poem

Jammy lips,
In wine-stained red,
Offer up gin kisses
To their supplicant.

Sour girl
With a sweet tooth,
Tongue tied and
Tastes like diesel.

Velvet eyes,
And soft tissue: 
Thighs, squeezed,
By hands or tights.

Dark waves
Spilling downhill,
Douse the burning
Peak of a shoulder.

Take a sip
Of her starlight,
Stretched across
The frame of her bones.

Drink from her chalice
And know devotion.
A love without agenda.