warm my heart

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 august heat, but what to taste when it’s winter time?

say it to my face, dude. (enter your comment below, i love all forms of feedback)

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