Let’s kick off the A-Z with:

A – Addict
This is a poem I wrote a couple of years ago. Inspiration came from a picture prompt of a black bottle like the one below:
Addict
Black bottle
stares,
wills me
to pick it up.
Hand creeps
towards its wide bottom,
fingertips brush,
pull back.
It gloats,
beckons.
Just one shot,
amber liquid trickles—
Tang of timber
tickles nostrils.
Shove it away,
it shouts too loud.
I raise it to my lips,
sip—
Swill the smooth fluid,
savour—
Throat glows.
Refill—
That is so sensual. Love it Patricia.
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Thank you, Anita. I’m glad you enjoyed it. I’ve a feeling this blog challenge is going to be fun. Thanks for alerting me about it.
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Shows the temptation really well, Tricia.
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Thank you, Maureen.
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