She's My Whisky

she moves across crowded room
glass tilted
double scotch
inches from her lips
 
I wanna be that drink
slidin down her throat
sharp and potent
leavin my mark
 
burnin just enough
to make her want more
liquid fire flowin thru her veins
findin my way deep inside of her
 
penetratin her senses
blurrin her edges
cloudin her judgment
with a whisper of dangerous intent
 
I could be that double scotch
rippin thru her
spreadin her wide
no resistance
 
I’ll leave her wrecked
dawn will find her
broken and achin
twisted in hotel sheets
 
mouth swollen
marked with my memory
tastin only my ghost
only my burn between her lips
 
tremblin
rememberin how I entered her
how I destroyed her
and how she begged for every drop