it is not the drinks that matter
not the sinful sips of hearty spirits
smoothly washing down down
coating my soul with laughter
not the sweetly nibbling bite
of Caribbean rum twirling
in candlelight with raspberry liqueur
and languidly painted smiles
not the warming caress
of tequila tickling my tongue
with tartly eager lime and
time enough for breasts bared
not a quiet shot of vodka or two
befriending bitter grapefruit
while a hint of peach jealously
chases after them both
no, it is not the drinks that matter
in the end
but how easily they seduce me
away from me

“To be seduced away from yourself”.
Sounds dangerous.
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I might have worded that poorly, Jessica. I was trying to say that the allure of spirits for me is that they enable me to stop thinking and worrying so much about myself–to just relax. And laugh a bit.
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I completely understand, cheers to that.
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