Whiskey That I Love

There’s a chill on my skin and a heat in my chest,

You pour smooth and golden, I confess.

The glass clinks soft, and I lose my poise,

You taste like trouble, but you hush my noise.

You burn my throat like a midnight sin,

But oh, I crave the fire within.

I tell myself to sip, not drown—

But baby, you pull me down.

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You’re the whiskey that I love,

Sweet burn I can’t rise above.

I press your glass to trembling lips,

Warmth sinking deep with every sip.

I wanna love you, baby, but I don’t know how,

You go down smooth, but I’m shaky now.

Still, I’ll risk it all for one more taste,

Let that fire trace my face.

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Your scent hangs thick like smoke and sin,

You swirl my thoughts, I’m dizzy again.

Each drop a promise, each breath a dare,

You pull my soul like you pull my hair.

They say I should know when enough’s enough,

But darling, I never was that tough.

You feel like home, you feel like ache,

A holy burn I can’t forsake.

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Oh, I’ve been sober from hope too long,

Now you hum through me like a jazz song.

Maybe you’ll heal me, maybe you’ll wreck,

Either way, I’ll take the effect.

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You’re the whiskey that I love,

My heaven’s burn, my devil’s glove.

I’ll hold you close, throw on a blanket tight,

You make my coldest bones ignite.

I wanna love you, baby, come what may—

If it ruins me, I’ll toast anyway.

‘Cause I was made to feel, not flee—

And tonight, you’re feeling me.