Whiskey in a Teacup 

S​he walks with grace, her steps a gentle rain,
A whisper in the wind, yet a storm contained.

Her presence feels like fine whiskey's warm embrace,
The kind of beauty that disrupts the world's pace.

Her aura pulls, like a magnet of soul,
An invitation to lose all control.

Eyes like honey, with a dangerous glow,
Her warmth is ...

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