Ode to My First Cuban Cigar

“The Cuban Juliette in Ireland”

Green and crisp
Evening outdoors
In a private backyard
With only the birds
To view us

Sweet scent
Gold and crimson
Encircling her neck

I slide my fingers
Down her smooth sides

Off slips her covering
Her delicate skin
Igniting me
Heart beats in anticipation
Setting flame to desire
I inhale
Taste her sweetness

Irish magpies
Silently witness
My acts
Of tender atrocities

Juliette and I
Joined as one


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