Brown gold, liquid heaven,
a man’s companion in a heroic way.
It’s always been my favorite taste.
To dampen my lips and touch my tongue,
to bring me warmth same as the sun.
I love you now, you sexy beast,
and always will till I’m deceased.
You pull my pride out of its leash,
even as the tallest trees,
scrape the stars then touch the sky.
This amber love forms lullabies.
Passion in a plane disguise,
only spoke between the wise.
I loved you then as I always will,
I keep you in my heart for real.
Your arts the fondest thing to feel.
So we thank the Angels for your creation,
andclose the wounds that you can heal.
Copyright © Tony Brady | Year Posted 2017
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