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Day 97 prompt: Mouth Watering

Coerced by tugging
The cork pops free
My nose catches
A whisper of the cask

Deep red liquid
Splashes into goblet

My mouth waters

Raising glass to lips
I inhale not just wood
But smoke and spice
And rich dark fruit

The first sip floods
Into my mouth
Warming my cheeks
Entertaining my tongue

Swallow

Again and again
Until the green bottle
Lightens to emptiness
And I know

In the morning
My mouth will be dry