Sipping quietly.
Sipping it down.
Like velvet touch,
Down without a sound.
Like raindrops piercing
my senses and ears.
Spilled so loudly,
but for only my ears.
Bitter, yet sweet
with notes of pear.
Every utterance poured.
Not a note to spare.
Indulged by sensation
of taking you all in,
syllable by word,
they slip down like gin.
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