Her soft eyes
melted into me
like rock in scotch
and as I stirred
her with my finger
mixed emotions
blended in
in uttered want.
Time had made
her sour mash
turn sweet
and uninhibited.
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Her soft eyes
Author notesDamn... Now I need a drink! A contest entry
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