I linger in the after-taste of your whisky breath
I stay a minute longer and feel the warmth as you exhale
I draw crimson circles that stumble and fall all over you
I walk away mere inches and then my feet are stuck; glued!
I wait for you… free spirit… to circle the earth three times
I made our home with doors… windows & all the toys you like
I spend the summer nights reminiscing…
The winter mornings I woke up next to you
When you’re passing in silhouettes on a moon-lit night
I recognize your step… by the clanking 6-inch purple heels
Every day away from you a reminder
Just how good your body feels!
If your essence ever got bottled
You’d be smoked single malt
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