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Jun 2019
A sip,
I feel it go down my throat smoothly
And as it reaches my tummy
I feel warmth
A feeling I had forgotten
After taste on my tongue
Bittersweet like my life
And a sip turns into a gulp
Because why not?
I love how it makes me feel
Giddy, happy, joyful
And so I stand up glass in hand
In my granny underwear and my favorite sweater
And I sway my hips to the music in my head
I grind my *** on the crotch of my imaginary guy
The perfection he is, I like who I am when he’s near
Pure bliss I love what’s in my glass
And so I throw the glass away
Drink straight up from the bottle
I feel like a bad girl
Because mama said glasses were for ladies
And bottles for crazies
And I smile because it feels so **** good
And because I don’t know who I am
I keep drinking hoping to find my answers
At the bottom of my bottle
And when I find none,
I’ll open another one
Mama said never give up
And my mission is to find answers by the end of the night
Oh dear Wine I wish everyone was like you
Tonight you have heard me tell you how lost I am
Tonight you have let me dance with you in my arms
Tonight you have listened and not judged
Tonight I have taken and felt bliss as a reward
Is this how people feel when they take from me
Pure bliss and joy because I never ask back
And for a moment I sobered up
And I looked at your bottle in my arms
Poor wine! She has given away the good stuff
And now she’s empty inside
Left nothing for herself now she’s useless and not needed
And before I opened your sister sweet white
I realized in a sober world you and I are the same
Always giving until we were empty
But tonight I drink so for once I’ll take
Even if it's just from a bottle of sweet sweet wine.
Jojo.poetry
just trying something different.....
Jojo Mike
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Jojo Mike  21/F/East Africa
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