Bourbon Memories

I inhale the scent,

slightly sweet and smokey

pungent with the overtones

of alcohol to burn. 

The first taste rolls

along the tongue,

Rich and Rare Reserve,

and I'm tasting you.

Smokey, smooth,

acrid overtones,

just a touch of bitterness

enough to recall:  highs

are only as tall as their lows.

The amber floating in the glass

reflects that golden brown

flecks of your eyes,

nose to nose. Swimming

in your depths.

I close lid and lash to shut out

the HD video stream,

only to smell leather

and Armani blended

with a hint of muskiness,

and a shiver attacks

my spine. You.

Slowly, I open my eyes

taking one more sip,

Ensnared by a smile

across my table. 

Eyes darker, warmer

Crown Royal Black

floods, heating my 

cheeks and breast.

Yes, it seems I adore

my bourbon from Canada,

my men from Texas,

and my memories

rich and rare,

and bittersweet.

Author's Note

a contest write.

Reviews

[Taylor]

I wonder what you'd do with Johnnie Walker Blue? This is fun and sensual. I think actually you could make a cottonball sensual.

[JayceeC]

On the first poetry forum I was on, I ran a challenge that was to make everyday items sensual..a cotton ball is way tooo easy. :-D

[Taylor]

I know it would be easy for you. LOL, guess I'll have to wait til the next life. I've stopped trying to write in that vein because it always falls flat.

[JayceeC]

LOL...well I'm not too sure about that, you have some hilarious pieces that have hints in them..you just use it differently than I do.

[wordman]

whiskey lullaby,a night out,a couple drinks,and then great sex
you painted it well !

[JayceeC]

Thanks . I appreciate it.