Smolder

[Tiger the Lion]

Hey AJ. For the most part, I like the connection you are trying to make. I think you could tighten up some lines. I will try to make some notes below.

Smolder

With a shove, she sits him down in a foldable chair "shove" and "sits him down" almost feel like opposites. Could she not just shove him into the chair?
and proceeds to kiss him furiously.not a fan of "proceeds" here.

The taste of natural mouth and Virginia SlimsI think I know what you mean here but it feels more awkward than natural.
reminds him of the first time
he wanted his brand of love to parallel a petering bonfire –
momentary, illuminating and slight.I like these last 3 lines other than "his brand of love" - I know you can say it better

The midst of a midnight squeeze,don't like "midnight squeeze" -feels like I'm watching "Grease"

her tongue ring thriving like a totem,
grounding him in his boots, ensuring a non-dream;
an extinguishing slip into the present.

Brittle black logs smolder through the night.
In the morning, there is nothing,

there is nothing.

I like that the ending ties it together, but again I think it could be done more simply. If it were my poem (and it ain't) I would probably end with...

In the morning, there is little left.
... or something simple like that.

I quite liked this so I hope my notes don't seem negative. Often when I read a poem, I find myself wanting to steal the bones and make soup.
Thanks for sharing. - Paul