Vodka by Abba Marie Moreno

Vodka

By: Abba Marie Moreno

Our first encounter

is to be always remembered.

A distinct burning red of a sensation,

of a new-born desire,

of a ferocious feeling fire,

of a repressed desire succumbing to this fire, 

down my throat. 

Who knew it tasted this good?

(Another bottle down.)

Alas, satisfaction,

as everything else, 

is never free.

The Love, it burns,

Far deeper than your 

ice can see.

Or should I say Lust?

Well, Love and Lust,

differ only by just,

an eternity. 

It’s easy,

to mistake one for the other.

Ah, Love, 

Am I still sober?

Ah Lust, 

Should we have another,

shot?