whiskey dances upon
my cherry red lips,
plied apart and heavy
begging for that
soothing burn
to numb the pain,
liquor laced with
the poisoned remains
of lovers and old regret.
velvety amber slips
down my parched throat
in one clean swallow,
a rush of warmth
offered to a pinched stomach
starved for tenderness
and touch.
/
his phantom hands sift
through my tresses
tugging on a waterfall of silky black,
exposing the curve of my neck,
smooth, alabaster skin
laid bare
meant to entice
and ensnare.
an ember swiftly fans to inferno,
as anticipation builds
and crests
pushing us over the edge
with prayers
and pleas
and breathy m o a n s,
drowning us
in raw pleasure,
flesh moving on flesh
in a rhythm as old as rhyme.
his words whisper
over my slick skin,
don't go
but this is my goodbye.
/
another smooth swallow,
another burn
before the memories
begin to fade
and mellow
anesthetized by a swirl
of barley and rye
as i slip to
the bottom of the bottle
where blessed oblivion calls,
and i can escape
his haunting,
if only for awhile.
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The woman sat nonplussed, in the Waiting Room. In a sort of daze, looking straight ahead patiently. She had already had three small breakfast's that morning and a nip of sherry, this was not unusual she would typically wait until an hour after she took her anti-depressant and was her morning routine. She was merely following instructions she assured herself, shifted slightly in her seat and feeling a little heart burn thought, maybe she should skip lunch. Dom had said to have the task done this week. She was well used to his methods and desired to get this over and done with soon. She glanced at her watch, smiled weakly at the Receptionist who was there for a moment and then gone.
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This is amazing, my dear friend! Tantiliazing, descriptive magic - I felt I could touch the sensations here
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Oh man this was too good, Heather! The imagery is so good I can taste the whisky and feel the burn. I especially love the line, ‘liquor laced with the poisoned remains of lovers and old regret.’ That one stuck with me, great job!
Fabulous work! That was 🔥! BRAVO!👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾
Awesome!!! Loved it!!!❤️❤️💕
Another wow! If only whiskey could be that smooth!😉
must admit there were times I seemed some comfort there, excellent smooth reading H2 ❤️
You wove the two elements together so well. Bitter swallows and slick skin. Fantastic job Heather!
I love the way this poem came out. It was very entertaining.
Ok...is it hot in here or something? What the hell...and funny we had the same idea...but yours is way more filthy! lol! anyway, this was kinda great, really great, Heather! Fine work and great entry. You went hard with this one, woman!
More excellent lines from your pen and another Top Story I am sure
'h' ~ Burn Bottoms-Up - Yum - 'j'
Bravo! Very enticing...
That is the sexiest poem about whiskey I've ever put in my eyes.
👏👏👏👏 so dramatic!
So melancholic, so we'll done.
This was so heartbreaking. Hot and steamy yet still so sad. Loved your poem so much my fear friend!
Very effective Heather. Excellent job and haven’t read any that cover this object/issue.. ☺️👏
It's hard to imagine you have ever experienced such absence & emptiness. But you express it so poignantly & viscerally, I feel the depth of this ache.
I felt like I was invading a private moment, but kept reading anyway. The ending was sad, and so full of emotions.
well written
Smooth, sexy, senuous and at the same time, sad. A brilliant mess of emotion drowning in amber. Excellent work, my friend.