She tasted like the first breath after rain,
Crisp and cold, a gentle and sweet refrain.
A touch of mint, a hint of slow-cooked dew,
And a pint of ale in the breeze that blew.
She lingered on lips like unsaid goodbyes,
Soft as cotton wrapped in evening skies.
Served with citrus, and whispers of lime,
A flavor that aged in a cauldron of time.
Melting on your tongue, dancing at will,
Brushing over the lips, like fog on a hill.
Traces of cloves, garnished with affection,
Remnants of love, brewed to perfection.