“Sugarcane & Skin”
In a heat that hums like a summer drum,we sip slow fire—dark gold rum.Your lips taste of molasses sin,a sweetness soaked deep in your skin. I tilt the bottle, you tilt your head,moonlight pours on tangled bed.We chase the burn, not shy, not tame,whispers curling like sugarcane. Cachaça dreams in Brazilian light,your hands roam free …
