My Secret Affair With A Mister Jack Daniels Poem by Dan Brown

I was in a bar one Autumn night,
when I saw him sitting in the diminishing light.
Beauty unrivalled, with a fiery glare,
the love of my life in front of me there.

We shared such passion that night.
Passion that no person has ever shown me before.
My hands holding him gently, as he makes love to my lips;
my skin burning as I devour him slowly.

He listened, cared, and understood.
Removed my troubles like only he could.
He needed no words, just one special kiss.
Just me and him, no spoiling this.

Fires roar as he meets my lips, suspending us,
for a moment, in a state of euphoria.
His tongue slips into my mouth, caresses my own,
eliciting unknown feelings from within.

He’s there every night, waiting at the bar.
I gather him up, lead him out to the car.
I know I should stop this, he knows I don’t dare.
Nothing is said as we maintain our affair.

In the blackness of the car park, he is mine
alone to savour. His musky smell to be enjoyed by
only me; an addicted, enraptured audience.
But also his secret. His soul-mate. His lover.

We parted company after maybe a year.
I have many memories, to which I often refer.
Mister Jack Daniels, my unfaltering beau,
I love you, I miss you, though we are no more.