I’m embarrassed to say.
I spilled Dom Pérignon
all over the front of him.
I lapped it up with my
flat, sandpaper tongue.
I might have to go dip
into the cooking wine
if my glass runs dry again.

His teeth are yellow which,
personally, is a turn on.
His hair is stringy and limp.
His parents are both dead.
I tasted starch on his shirt
when I lapped up my mess.
Starching your shirts is sexy?
I think? I’m new to all of this.