Bluff (an acrostic poem)

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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

Sour (an acrostic poem)

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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)

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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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