Don't get the title confused with the 90 proof
you inject me with poetic vermouth, that's 100% truth
You intoxicate my intellect with justifiable means
youthful in body and spirit, has the qualities of my queen
our vibes are descibed as compelling, even though quite far
when it seemed like yesterday this was just rhymes and bars
my mental still throbs from sublime, hints and secrets
and lines which leak with uniqueness, leaving me speechless
peep this....we clicked in so many ways unbeknownst to others
surrendered and unshielded by text
Potential lovers? Word to the mutha.....
SO NOW WHAT? What happens when this bottle
of emotions become opened?
and we sip away on the aged wine of a chain unbroken?
this link intertwined of hustle and bustle, smiles and chuckles
adds more satisfaction to my membrane
anticipating the moment I touch you
and in time we will share the very same space
this spectacular vernacular couldn't be replaced
the joys of being injected, accepted, connected
straight no chaser.....
your Southern comfort equalizes my soul,
reiterates my favors....
I'll drink to that.
Hey. Southern comfort indeed! I like this, goes down smooth, from the title to the last line. I especially like 'Potential lovers? Word to the mutha...'