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Dec 2015
She pours in slowly as I watch from a distance
A darkened tone the reflection of a life well lived
I watch her splash and swirl
I watch young men's hearts fill with courage
I watch old men relive passed moments

Set down beside me I catch the softest scent of vanilla
An icy touch reveals to me the nature of our relationship
Slowly she leans into me
Pressed against my lips and tilting forward
An eternity passes before I'm allowed to drink her in

Sweet.. She ain't that
No sir this is something much more real
Full bodied and biting
Tearing away every ounce of ego
Devouring all that isn't me

A warm glow spreads from my chest and down into my belly
The senses of comfort and abandon take hold
The pain of past hells that normally haunt are pushed backwards
In this moment there is only her
In this moment I'd do anything for her

Shes gone and I already miss her
Hellfires spark catches flame and spreads
I try to stand but my knees disagree
The floors a good place to sleep
Maybe I'll dream of her
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