Scotch on the Rocks .

She does not know she is the drinks before the last drink the ones for the road. You had been drinking pints of beer the trusty old routine solid to familiar.
You know the taste smell texture the consistency needed to get out of your mind.Leave behind your mundane life at the door with every drop of nectar.
It is not enough the more your relationship has
matured you do not come so easily its lost its magic so you physically need another one.

You flick the switch to scotch on the rocks. It kicks you alive as it slides down your throat.
It is dark mysterious even mischievous toying you with I want one more.

And you do you are desperate for that feeling again excitement a different curve brown smoky eyes and bright red lipstick and potent as hell. Like you are on the edge of intoxication and temptation it is malty, briny, and  full of complexity and you explode in jubilation and a freedom that takes your breath away.

You hit your high but you gotta go back home to your reasonable patient well know calm steady as a rock blue eyed girl. Thing is you lost your taste for her she does not titillate your desire and now you are caught in a crossfire pulled in different directions.

You know though you would sell your soul for one more for the road again the scotch on  the rocks it has got you in its hypnotic toxicating hold.