Bashful with a dash of humility was his favorite drink
Leaving him sated every time he partook of that sweet nectar
Under the moonless sky, he would go out for a pint or two
Fortune smiled when he found a sweet young insecure thing looking for tall, pale, and handsome
Finding a dark spot to sip her vitality, he never saw the wooden stake till it was too late
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Sour (an acrostic poem)
Scrunching up her face in reaction to sipping the drink
Obviously, it was much tarter than what she was expecting
Uttering a sharp laugh, her partner handed her a sugar cube as an apology
Refusing the cube, she gave it another sip. It was better this way.
Sharp (an acrostic poem)
Slicing through all the bull that was in his way
He cut to the heart of the matter with his acerbic wit
All the while looking damn good doing it
Reaching for a his negroni he took a satisfyingly bitter sip
Punctuating a perfect performance
Tea (an acrostic poem)
Trying to warm my hands, body, and soul
Every sip gets me one step closer
And just like that, it’s gone, but its mission is accomplished
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