Poetry

Whiskey Dreams

What will I dream of tonight?
You
Sucking on whiskey-tinged lips
Devouring chocolate skin
I’ll try to grasp the fleeting feeling
When I wake
Forget for a moment
You’re not sleeping beside me

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