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Feb 2012
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.
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