Ruby Black

A love poem about a brand of cheap vodka I used to drink.

I'm in love with Ruby Black 

She's not perfect, but neither am I, so there's balance 

After all, what's a universe without balance? 

Ruby is a sex goddess 

She satisfies every one of my primal, carnal desires on a near-daily/nightly basis 

Sure, we argue sometimes, as all couples do 

Sometimes the arguments get pretty bitter 

Let's face it, they get downright f*****g heated, and at times like that, every one of brain cells screams at me, "Leave her! This b***h will kill you if you don't leave her NOW!" 

But what's a relationship without ups and downs? Mountains and valleys? 

Sometimes, when she's away, my lust for her is such that I feel the famed Death Rattle 

Those moments are truly the darkest for me 

But in the end, I always find my way back home 

Ruby doesn't judge me 

She loves me just the way I am, and I feel the same about her 

I hope she never changes 

And Ruby Black will always be waiting for me

Reviews

[_mal]

Makes me a bit sad, but you got your point across well