Whisky Flirt
A little whisky to whisk me away
When all I need is a second glass
to pass on a delay
Making things sway
Like words that linger and stay
Too long that they stumble
Making me mumble
Through a cracked smile
Distorted behind a quarter glass
Of whiskey tipping to pass
My lips
In small mischievous sips.
BonjourPoetry 
that is some naughty whiskey 🙂
Thanks for stopping by Jessie. This is one of those where there’s a difference in the speaker and the poet like we were talking about over at your blog. http://jessiecarty.wordpress.com/2010/01/03/write-what-hurts/
And either way it works, ya know.
Now if my husband was writing it (which he never would) he’d start listing the different types of whiskey. I think he has three different ones in the house right now…
Love it, glad I could be an inspiration of sorts. You did realize that Whiskey is my dog, right? lol. Of course, being Irish, what else would I call him?
your dog’s a heck of a drink. 🙂 Inspiration is everywhere.