carmel colored liquid
fill my glass up
make it a double
and let it breathe
swirl it around
smell the warmth
embrace the taste
we got all night
let me pour you one
don’t wanna drink alone
not that we do that
around here we sip
top shelf stuff
don’t waste a drop
i got another bottle
i need your company
conversation grows
oh how we talk
amongst other..
oh you know..activities
music fills the air
the sun is rising
let’s share another
Bourbon on the rocks
Copyright @ Damian DeadLove 2015
Oooh, this one has a cozy, tingly feel to it. Can almost hear the soft murmur of voices & clinking of ice in the background. This one sings of intimacy, my friend
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Spot on, intimacy was very much on the menu. lol. Appreciate you.
Damian
That atmosphere is peaceful with a bit of loneliness to it. Nice spill.
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Fia. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I try, this was just one that kinda wrote its self. Appreciate you.
Damian
The way you describe your drink sounds like you are praising a beloved woman, her beauty, her character and attitude. And it seems like there are many parallels: in its velvety Amber colour consistence bourbon can have a soothing impact, It Doesn’t Ask unwelcome questions, it is simply there and understands …
A powerful and thought provoking writing that is as meaningful and important as it was 10 years ago. Brilliant, dear Damien!
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Elke. So glad you connected with the write my friend. You’re so spot on. Thanks for your continued support. Appreciate you.
Damian
This feels of a good moment. Though too much of a good thing can lead to trouble. Damn those demons. Great ink.
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Nick. So glad you connected with the write my friend. They’re everywhere, hiding in the minute details. Appreciate you.
Damian
Happy (early) birthday toast incoming! July 18 deserves a proper celebration—with Bourbon’s smoky charm and Vodka’s crisp fire clinking together in style. Here’s to bold beginnings, blurry stories, and the kind of laughter that lingers longer than the hangover.
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, PAR. So glad you connected with the write my friend. You always find a way to make me smile. Thank you for being you and your continued support. Appreciate you.
Damian
Ahhh, Damian! 🥃
Nothin’s like sippin’ choice bourbon with a friend (on the rocks w/a splash-a bitters), sharing a tale or two with laughter in the air.
A feel good write that lifted an olde bard’s spirits ‘n brought a fond smile for moments past.
A lovely week ahead to ya, Syr Poet! ⁓ Rascal🖌
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Rascal. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Ah, the old days. I too loved stories over drinks. I still tell some stories, just don’t drink anymore. I wasn’t very good with moderation, only so many drinks on the old punch card. lol. Appreciate you.
Damian
It was a pleasure, Damian!