Whiskey and Women

I thought that telling you would be
like drinking whiskey straight,
hard as Hell to stomach but warm and-
fuzzy on the deep end.
I thought that courage was a word
that could be gained in centimeters
and vaulted with speech.

Before I spoke those words,
I was taking shots from your lips,
and they were smooth and easy.
Not green liquor but aged in the bottle
of my adoration.

From what I can tell of women,
a group, of which, you are the pinnacle.
Loving them burns more than
the fumes from the distillery.