Poem -
Whisky in Oval Glass
Oval glass
Like your waistline
Touches my fingers
Whisky in it
Pretty hard
Soften with
Swing ice cubes
Glitters with cold
Sipping by lips
Like your tits
Taste in love
Fuddled feelings
Slowly lie down
Your glance
Being an image in it
Concavely looks at
While filling up
With another ice cube
Desire reminds
Like talking your eyes
In a short time
Empty glass
Looks at me
In a moment
 I stand up
And go for a cigarette.
Udaya R. Tennakoon
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As always Udaya R. Tennakoon,
Very eloquently displayed from beginning to end, each and every sip and its sequence of fulfillment and comparance to the human anatomy of a woman, could not have been utilized in a more fascinating, yet familiar scenario, than the one created by you in this poem. To visualize and appreciate your poem, is to drank of your "Oval Glass" and enjoy the rewards of its every drop………JimÂ
Very satisfying,
Jim
Thank you Jim
Best Wishes
Udaya
You are welcome sir, your writes are ones that demands attention from the reader....and the rewards of your readings is masterfully delivered to the hungriest of spectators..... (Me  included)......Jim
Thanks Jim. you are welcome with best wishes
udaya