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At night when the two of us lie next to each other I think of how our relationship is a mixture of fiery spices and the smoothness of aged whiskey much like the taste and hot blend of Old Jack Daniel's Tennessee Fire. The two of us often frequent our favorite café, The Whiskey Bistro. where we savor the hot cinnamon kick that blends with the smooth taste of Old No 7 Jack Daniel's Whiskey. It heightens our senses with its savory aroma and reminds us that we need fire to warm our love. We are now a blend of fiery desire and the smoothness of the comfortable. Our lives have blended together so well that our relationship has only one flavor. "Some things just never change. And shouldn't" just like the fiery spice in the cinnamon liqueur of the Tennessee Fire that makes our love thrive. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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