*Just having a little of a haiku kind-a of fun with an earlier write—
Amber glint captured—
a brunette leans at the bar,
eyes caught by the flame
inside a Macallan’s heart—
aged swagger, quiet fire.
No ice, no pretense—
she orders him straight and bare.
Glass heavy with want,
both hands trace the cold, round rim,
breath brushing oak, spice, leather.
First sip—slow lover—
bold yet yielding on her tongue,
heat unfurls in waves,
rich and thick as buttered smoke,
a secret pressed to her chest.
Again she tilts him—
second taste, another fall—
rogue drop at her lip,
tongue reclaims the wayward flame,
smile half-mischief, half-prayer.
Empty glass, soft clink—
she burns with the afterglow.
Lucky watches close—
her voice, low velvet whisper:
“Same place, same time, tomorrow?”
*long haiku sequence (also called a chōka style or extended haiku chain)
*From earlier write https://2b-grey.com/2025/04/26/macallan-age-25/
BB Grey--musings 
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