I walked into the bar that night
with only one thing on my mind.
I asked the bartender for a glass
of my choice drink,
he winked and smiled slyly
he knew how i liked it
sourly sweet, sweetly tart.
Everytime, it only tasted better
like my first glass.
As he mixed and stirred
I tossed my long glossy hair back,
and closed my eyes thinking…
How it would feel, when i get a taste
Just then, he handed me the glass
and i didn’t have to imagine anymore
A sip, and all the emotions flooded in
first, my throat burnt slightly from the sour
My throat tingled, but only for a moment
Then like a flood, the sweet rushed in
and without thinking, i tossed my head back
in glee, and satisfaction
and tossed down my drink of choice all at once.