I woke up two days
after loving you
one long night
Too many too manys
crafted from gin, tonic,
and bourbon barrel
Put your distinct,
microbrewed perfection
in my mouth
Memorized the uniqueness of your satisfaction
Promised my mouth I’d never forget the taste of you on my hands
And washed your memory from the life lines
I used to trace my broken history
into pleasures on your body.

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