Private Reserves

You spark a fear no one can see

A seed that bloomed too deep in me

Your silence speaks in velvet tones

I drink your ghost and call it home

Every look pulls me under

Like thunder dressed in gold

I taste the edge of danger—

And still, I lose control

You're my private reserve, I sip you slow

Too strong to take straight, so I let it flow

Your fire burns smooth, your memory cold

I'm drunk on the story we never told

Paralyzed in your gravity

Craving what I shouldn't need

You leave me puddles, I leave you light

We trade restraint for midnight rites

Engulf me once, then let me breathe

Your heat's the only faith I need

No strings, no vows, no alibis

Just stolen souls and quiet highs

A selfish love aged fine in pain

I pour a glass and call your name

I'll keep what's left upon my shelf—

A taste of you, all for myself