A fluttering feeling in the chest
And a fuzzy sigh of the heart.
Is this what love feels like?
That tingling sensation of losing control
Is addictive,
A smooth fire
That slides downward.
With her head resting quietly against
The pillow on the couch,
She cradles her lover.
This whiskey warms her bones
A/N: Inspired by the small taste of cinnamon whiskey I had this summer. It goes down smooth, and makes this lovely warm feeling bloom in the center of your body, but once it fades away, it leaves you with this empty feeling of wanting more. You just want to feel that warm thing all the time, forever.
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Color Me November
Puisi30 days. 30 poems. 30 colors. It's time for the first ever Color Me November! #colormenovember 11/8: #138 in Poetry
