Eclipsed by lust hidden in shadows of love. Lost in lanterns of flickering needs, but found in the wetness of wild abandoned words. I lick the memories from saline sighs you elicit, begging for more with eyes of rye. I offer my honeysuckle heat when absence makes you hungry for delicious regret.
©08/2019
Whiskey Tales and Spells 
This like drugs in a drug shop, each word has it’s own sensuality and meaning, but a unique feeling too.
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Thank you, Scott! 🙂
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You are most welcome! Have an awesome day ahead!!!
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Likewise!
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Beautifully done, Dana.
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Thank you, C.
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