lip to lip

“The herbs in my pocket slowly migrated to the table top, an empty wager, enough to pack a pipe or two, sucked in turn, passed from lip to lip, drawn deeply, held tight until a burst of laughter spent another thick grey sweet smelling smoke wafting through the late night gamesters, like the cigar smoke of a poker game except with uncontrolled laughter.”

Lord Malinov, Song of Songs

About David Cain

David Cain, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet - author of Witch, Song of Songs, Journals of Lord Malinov, Erotic Romances and others ...
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