Sweet Whiskey
Out of my mind, drunk on lust, love
Sweet whiskey lips on tongues tasting
Moisture mixing deep in my chest, I feel it
A dull ache becomes a raging fire
I can't keep my hands to myself
I'm drunk on you, a familiar feeling
But it's scary to be here yet again
The memories a constant reminder
Not to get hurt, tells me not to let you in
I don't want to f*ck this up, I constantly stress
But the sweetness of your words and taste
It keeps me coming back again
Copyright © Jesse Fron | Year Posted 2022
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