Lady vodka Stories

The Lady of Absolution...She tastes pink.That familiar burn is there,the way it goes through me.There's a gentleness to this one,delicate, though strong. She deceives youinto thinking she's innocent. My Lady, you're far from innocent!You make me feel far from innocent.Sexy feelings and thoughts rush through my head,about Aria and my bed. Fuelled by a heady combination:My mind, Lady Vodka and Aria herself. I'm liking this...

Oh, Vodka!How I pine for thee.For a man with no money,cannot drink his Lady!I miss your burn,your delicate palate,that crack as the bottle opens.I miss the intoxicating aroma,and the weight of the glass.It always starts the same:I wash my glass,then pour my Lady.When I pick up the glass,I hold it to my lips,slowly tilt,and breathe you in.You suffuse my being,warming me,making love to me.That first sip,I just let lingeron...

First piece of writing on my new laptop, this is. I wonder what it’ll be? Any ideas? A poem? A story? A musing? All three? Could be! But if it is a poem, it ain’t gonna be set out like one. I often find myself wondering why poems are set out in such a way. It would make just as much sense if it was set out in the same way as prose. Enjambement is another thing I don’t quite understand. I can understand starting a sentence...