the touch of tracing fingertips sends nerves on end
brisk chase of foggy breath resonates in the close humid air
fog clusters in every crevasse of my active mind
yet his smile like a dagger, cuts clean through any cluster
the man who creates such mental madness is the remedy for disease
the fluid slides down my throat, burning with high passion
my vision  becomes blurry, making out only your defined features
your eyes chase my lips, as they quiver past your jawline
steps retract closer, as your whisper tickles past my ear
you compete my every being
oh how sweet is the bourbon on our lips