I am a bottle of champagne. Pour me out, and let me fizz and sparkle sweet in your mouth for a little while pour and pour me into crystal glasses, and hold me gently, (with the pinky up) and sip until you’re dizzy and I’m empty and when you’re done with me, you’ll look around the room hoping for something quick and easy to throw back, like ***** or *** or whiskey, and you will, but perhaps, and just perhaps, I will still tingle on your lips, a bubbling melody that you slowly lick away.