Liqueur

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.

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