Thirst

She is whiskey in a teacup. 

Her nearness, 

Her cozy touch 

Banish the thirst 

Of many births. 

Her catch ties me 

With the thread of love. 

Cocooning me in her arms 

When she Coos, 

'I am only yours, 

My birth is only for you',

Heart swells with pride 

And 

My soul dives into 

Her abyss 

To reach the land of bliss. 

Yes, 

She is whiskey in a teacup, 

Her nearness, 

Her cozy touch 

Banish the thirst 

Of many births,

Dearth of love and truth 

Kiss the dust.