you warm my heart like whisky does on cooler summer night

i’ll let the sip pass my lips with your hand on my hips and it burns in a way that feels right 

crushed iced in my water, air couldn’t be hotter. a pattern of touches and whispers.

thought this drink was strong, but i guess i was wrong; you pour out something much stiffer.

you warm my heart like whisky does on a cooler summer night 

i drink mine neat in the august heat, but what to taste when it’s winter time?