Henny Goddess
There was no chill in this one
Swore I asked for her on the rocks
Brown bottle shape.
Slim up top with a round bottom
The temptation of the taste is real
As if she were the cure to my dehydration
The meal to end my starvation
But it wasnt the body that got me
She caught this bee with her honey
But she wasnt a Jack
No she was a cognac
Hennessy to be exact
Unsure of how to react
Different aspects from witnessing the effects
Raised aggression
Release of sexual suppression
But no two experiences are the same
Levels & variations.
Possible combinations.
We say its liquor in general
But no this goddess
This queen who relays to the brown bottle
Takes it to the head full throttle
Thrusters booming
Mind is looming
Forgiving me ahead of time if she's out of line
But for me she takes one sip at a time
For a shot a passion and a sip of intimacy
Got us both buzzed at the same level
As the warming sensation kicks in
We took everything straight
Then the feelings slip in
Or slip on
To something more comfortable
Cuz sober thoughts and drunk actions
Personal privacy is reserved for our eyes to see
Intoxication revelations
Thanking each other for out participations
But I shouldnt be so modest
That night I took a sip from the Henny Goddess
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