DRANK

Merlot lips when you say my name

Cabernet curves, candle flame

Chardonnay thighs in the low gold light

Rum-dark hips moving just right

Gin-clear eyes, hold my stare

Tequila waist, hands slide there

Cognac skin, slow and sweet

Every touch — pour it neat

No ice.

No chase.

Hands steady on your waist.

Champagne mouth, let it pop on me

Whisper soft, get loud for me

Tequila salt on your collarbone

One more taste, you pulling me home

Whiskey trail down your spine

Slow burn, taking my time

No last call, no retreat

I’m all in — 100 proof, neat

Rosé glow when you arch like that

Long island legs where my hands at

Hennessy heat in your breath

Every kiss stealing what’s left

Brown sugar rum on your thighs

Moscato tongue, sweet surprise

Top shelf body, no cheap thrill

You the only high I feel

Say it slow, say it deep

Keep that rhythm, no sleep

Skin on skin, no space between

Aged to perfection, smooth and clean

Champagne sighs in the dark

Whiskey hands leave a mark

Tequila tremble in your knees

Pull me closer, don’t tease

No bar, no receipt

Just heat in these sheets

I don’t need a drink to compete —

I’m intoxicated…

Neat.