Susurrus of Sprites

secluded in our sphere
you can overhear
the susurrus of sprites

hum along with Sadé,
while Cherish the Day
inject the night

pumping a potion in our veins,
I inhale the flame
then releasing the smoke

into your full lips,
closer I pull your hips
the exposure increasing my oak

shots of Bacardi 151,
before I dot your body and honey bun,
dunk in your glaze

lace panties I wrangle
and brace around your ankles,
drunk in a daze

my vessels overflow
as you blow
an ascending scale on my flute

open your thighs,
soles of your feet touch the skies
transcend a bucking brute

our virile vignette,
sketched in a sheen of sweat
cloaked in glitz

and spicy stellar scents
exhilarate my elements
soaked in your spritz...