All Too Familiar

Day 117 prompt: Drink

Cosmopolitan (cocktail)

Cosmopolitan (cocktail) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

In a dress black as ink,
She adjusted her mink.

“May I buy you a drink?”
he asked, with a wink.

She hoped for heart-sync.
A good man, not a fink.

But his voice made her think.
And she turned, on the brink.

Staring. It can’t be! Blink.
OMG, her heart did sink!

Wearing nothing but pink,
This man knew every chink.

Every flaw. Every stink.
Every time in the clink.

And here was their link:
The man was her shrink.

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