Ouzo
May 5, 2021
Ouzo
A daughter of grape
The holiest of fruit,
Treated with gentle respect,
Housed in her bottle
All sultry and clear,
Her potency you cannot expect,
Draped over Ice,
In a glass tall and thin,
Revealing her blue tinted dress,
Dancing around
On the tip of your tongue,
Feel her gentle caress,
Flowing down gently,
The warmth in your throat,
Soothing her way to your core,
Leave with a smile,
A spring in your step,
Till you sleep with the devil once more.