If in the context of you, Vodka is kisses, Remind me not to bet in vodka. Mind you, I'll not claim, Not to have wanted to But I ought not to have. I wished for a taste comparative, And you just take what I'm willing to give, And I still find it strange that you understood. Funny how I'm supposed to feel like something was taken But I feel like I'm the one who is taking. And you are the one with something to lose: Is that your calculated illusion? I remembered the whole time the other woman And never did I think of possession But my own thirst for sensation; So different than the books of my youth. At least you understood that all of my zippers are stuck.