Whiskey Kisses

From the first time you kissed me

In the parking lot in Porter Square

I loved your whiskey kisses

I craved those Jim Beam kisses

The smooth smell and taste

And sharp sensation as your breath

Entered my mouth

And devoured my soul

With a passion and wanting

I had never known before

Was overwhelming and vital

Oh, how I loved those whiskey kisses

But I never could let you know

Because you fought so fucking hard

To stay and be sober

To be a good man for me

To make me proud

To stay clean for me

And to let you know the tremendous pleasure

I got from what we both know was your addiction

And your weakness would have been

Cruel and enabling

But for me it was such a masculine smell

The erotic taste of you and the whiskey

As you held me so close and breathed deep into me

The memory still makes me weak with desire

But to let you know

Would have been such a betrayal of you

And the war you battled every day

To never pick up that bottle full of amber relief

I never would do that to you

I could never do that to you

I would not allow myself to

To open that door that you might stumble through

But, oh, the memories of those

Early days

And those sexy deep whiskey kisses of yours

- Julie O'Hara 2023

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