My Cheating Heart

I fall for the poets who  
lay it on the line  
baring their all  
telling life's stories  
in the rugged, bare knuckles  
way only they can  
in awe my heart breaks  
that I will never  
taste the salt off their brow  
as they sweat it all out  
at work and hitting life hard  
these men make me tremble  
in their presence  
such forces to be reckoned with  
passion drips from their ink stained  
hands strong with the grit of life  
living on the edge  
taking me on journeys  
as they ride the sea  
or dead lifting pressing their limits  
men with fortitude  
sexy, tender and brutal  
all in an erotic package  
real men teasing me  
no I will never taste them  
or feel them against my bare flesh  
always just out of reach  
but that's the way I like it  
just like my whiskey  
I love the way it burns  
Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
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