Lady Liquor
She is beautiful. She is almost angelic. She is the right proportion of smooth and rough. She embodies the essence of nurturing. She is inviting and warm. She adorns in regal bouquets of browns and silvers. These long autumn gowns cause salvation in all humans male and female alike. She is in my life but, not a part of my me. She arrived at the ball dawned in her cinderella's best and waltzed her way into the lap of madear. After taking madear to be her conquest she was not satisfied. She desired to create a family harem. Given like a birthright to my father a cursed blessing to love. My father wooed as she poured. They danced together in the liters of fermentation. This concubine turned wife. He made a wife of her but, she made a mess of him. For a brief period he sought in the bosom of my mother. She could only have half of him but, that was enough. Like any mistress she tolerated his wife's perfume on his lips. She accepted her lingering intoxicated dire