Is my love for you wrong?
That first sip;
The way you ease down my throat.
I feel the blanket of warmth lower,
Gently taking me
Reassuring me that everything is ok.
My heart rate slows, my worries fade;
This must be safe:
How could anything bad help me so much?
My glass is empty. What do I do?
Time for bed?
Perhaps just one more glass.