Scotch

Your flowing silhouette moves across a window in a hotel bar.
A double scotch, one ice cube, is lifted and gently touches you sensual red lips.

I could be that double scotch with one ice cube,
touching those lips so delicately,
leaving a burn just enough to know I was there,
just enough to make you want more.

My taste will linger in your mouth,
strong and intoxicating,
warming you from the very core of your being in tingling waves,
fogging your judgement and releasing you inhibitions.
Your thoughts will be only of me.

I will overtake you from the inside,
playing with your hormones until you can't control yourself.
Going deeper and deeper into you most secret desires
until you find yourself in some random room,
with only a hangover and the taste of me on your lips.