Poem: Whiskey Raindrops

Little moist drops of heaven

Trickling down my throat

The heavenly burn, 

delicious

Synonymous with an Angel's wings

fluttering in my esophagus

Liquid lightning, striking

Almost blasphemous

A devilish game of Russian Roulette

With four shot glasses,

Three rogues and one gent

Emotions getting looser

Clothing getting tighter

The taste becoming

Sweeter

Liquefied demon tears

Playing a wicked game 

with my insides

Putting a beautiful curse on my mind

Melted Whiskey Raindrops

Sending shivers down my spine

This hellish war of love, hate and

Intoxication

Has never felt so 

Divine