Desire

Tequila...

Margarita's tonight.

The smell burns my nose, He says it burns his throat.

Shake. Shake. Shake.

I run and hide.

Close my eyes tight. 

Maybe he won't find me.

Maybe I'll be safe tonight.

Too many margarita's.

Too many times.

I leave and start new.

Whiskey.

Bourbon and Scotch.

The smoky scent

Reminds me of campfire

Clink. Clink. Clink.

Swirl it around the rocks.

They tumble like boulders.

Like we do into bed.

Tender, but strong.

No need for sweet mixes

To cover the flavors.

No need for facades.

Or masks in public.

Whiskey is as pure as love.