Vodka MartiniA Poem by Amy
I carefully hold your stem in between my fingers, as your liquid sloshes inside your glass. A maraschino cherry lies at the bottom, as the drinks are carefully passed. We clink our glasses together, as we casually laugh. I rest my lips upon your edge, and tilt what’s left of you inside my mouth. You numb my soul, I love the way you taste. I want another one, I could never let you go to waste. © 2009 AmyReviews
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