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...

Hmm, a peppery Lady,Spicy and hot on many levels.Szechuan heat comes at me,suffuses my being... Numbs,yet lights a fiery heat,seduction in a glass,you make me want to passthe glass under my nose...inhale... enjoy...burn... soothe... happy.Interesting, Lady, interesting indeed.

I don’t mind people farting, but I’m sitting here like a terrorist. By which I mean that I’m sitting with my t-shirt covering my face and can scarcely be identified. This is not good. I want one day without someone farting. Yeah, you read this right, I’m writing a musing about farting. Fart fart, you think you’re smart,But really I want a horse and cart,To takeYou away and quell the smell,One moreFart and that’ll be my de...

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...

A trio of poems about my favourite drinks, first Tea:A cup of tea,is a labour of love,boil the kettle,warm the pot...A spoonful of leaves,One for each personand another for the pot,it really requires very little thought,but a lot of love.Infuse infuse, for five minutes or more,it really never is a chore.The satisfaction of a lovely cup,is that "aah" at the endand the warm feeling deep inside...a cup of tea, a labour of lo...

Bread and butter. It’s simple and beautiful in its simplicity. It is one of those things that always comes through in a pinch. Whenever I’m hungry and there’s nothing else, I make myself a bit of bread and butter and it makes me happy.It’s the simple things that make me happy and you don’t get much simpler than bread and butter. I had some amazing bread a while ago. It was salt and pepper French bread. I wasn’t too keen o...

Drank my Lady,I drank her all up.She was tasty,now I long for more.I have no money,so long I shall.But I want more Vodka,sadly she is depleted!I drank her all up.But, alas, I shall not be defeated!My Lady Vodka, I shall have!I shall have and savourand love her flavour!And feel the burn caress my being.A Polish Lady, I shall acquireand times no longershall seem so dire,for Lady Vodka, is my desire!

Strawberries, My Lady,that's what you taste like tonightStrong, alcoholic strawberries.It makes me smile,you smell and taste differenteach time I drink of thee!Vodka: people think you taste...bland but strong,or like drain cleaner.Oh, how wrong they are!You're a complex Lady,My complex Ladyand I love to drink of thee.Straight, of course. No ice, either!Ice! What an abomination in spirits,especially spirits of your caliber...

I drink my Vodka straightOh, how I hateto see Her diluted,convoluted... Violated!Feel that burn!Let your tongue turn:Around and around,hear the soundof Her swirl aroundyour mouth, savourHer beautiful flavour,Make love to Herwith your mouth;let Her make love to youwith Her kiss,Her sweet, sweet beautiful kiss,I’ll never miss that kiss.That Lady knows a thing,or two, about seduction!What’s my deduction?Lady Vodka, you are.....

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 youletting 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.Neve...

Lady Vodka, I want youYour strong scent combs my noseYour tangy taste burns my mouthAll the way down my throatYou burn and slip down so smoothLady Vodka, my first true loveNever leave me, Lady VodkaFor without you, I'd be lostLost in a pit of mediocre boozeOh, Lady Vodka! You're the one I choose!

Vodka, my Lady I finally have you My Russian Bride Strong and tasty But let's not be hasty Slowly sipped, savoured and loved, that's my Lady My Vodka, my love Never leave me Lady Vodka