deepundergroundpoetry.com
Empty Laphroaig Quarter Cask
There were only a few drops
left in the bottle.
Yet! She poured it
in the glass,
mixing it with her (each glance).
And, that was enough to get me
intoxicated.
―Ab.C.
left in the bottle.
Yet! She poured it
in the glass,
mixing it with her (each glance).
And, that was enough to get me
intoxicated.
―Ab.C.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 2
reading list entries 0
comments 2
reads 371
Commenting Preference:
The author is looking for friendly feedback.