The wetness on her lips was Divine
She would keep on kissing those lips till death
Gulping greedily to no fill
And the whiskey loved her back
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POETRY
PoetryThe words you never heard because I never said them The kisses I never gave, stole or returned yet that's all I always wanted to do. The love I never shown or yours that I didn't seem to appreciate You're my cup of coffee and I still have it sour w...
Whiskey love
The wetness on her lips was Divine
She would keep on kissing those lips till death
Gulping greedily to no fill
And the whiskey loved her back
