Lady Vodka (Poem 7 Of Many)
I miss you...
My Lady, I’m missing you,That burn, the lasting finish.The way the bottle opens*Crack*, it goes, *glug*,Out pours my Lady. My nostrils take you in, I inhale deeply, I feel that burn,My eyes water a little.My lips rest on the edge of the glass,Nose deeply embedded.The first sip is a slow one,I let you linger and you burn,Slowly I swallow.Burn.You start in the back of my mouth,Slowly slide down my throat,A fire spreads thro...