Six of Hearts - Mint Juleps
Daydrunk In Your Mississippi Apartment
You don't use enough syrup
Your ice cubes are melted
The mint is turning
You stir with your finger
And glance toward my shoulder
The face of unconcern
The sharp taste of bourbon
The trace of your finger
Magnify my yearning
I touch your Julep
To my two lips
And savor the burn
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