Sambuca
potent liqueur
drives me to drunkville
an enabling chauffeur
journey--downhill
tiny sips
felt in my fingertips
hips
limitation unzips
black licorice bitch
scratches my itch
flips my switch
recollections rich
affectation drowns
in this liquid escape
easily downed
my lush landscape
4 comments:
If I could write poetry it would be about how this bottle of Merlot went down too smooth tonight.
Wooooh! That was so tight!
Ahhhh sukie sukie! That was sex-ay.
Welcome back, girly. Missed ya!
I think this recipe may be what you are poetically describing...
http://www.drinkwithjim.com/drink_recipes/Absinthe_Number2/?id=1116
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