The winter grains.
They bring such a different texture:
not harsh, though not too smooth,
still warm, though a little chilly.
They warm to my mouth,
clinging and burning,
gently. And the smell!
Burning my nostrils,
bringing tears to my eyes!
My eyes, they close. savouring you
letting you sit there, in my mouth,
in my nose, in my heart, burning my chest.
You, my Lady, are a conflagration,
a fire spreading through my chest, my body.
Never any complication,
not with you, my Lady.
It’s all so simple, so beautiful,
so... Kitty-like! Loving and giving
and Meow-making.
Purr, purr, purr, my Lady.
You make me purr, purr, purr.
Can it be possible? Am I in love?
Is this Kitty in love?
Yes, yes we are!
My goodness, we’re simply in love!
In love with a Lady
and her name is
VODKA!!!
=^.^=