The Shot-glass' Curse

Pass that shot-glass on and

crack those silly jokes open.

The night goes deep but

just keep that shot-glass going

round and round and round.

Then one shot and

that glass shed its bitter curse.

Those silly jokes

heated up nonsense arguments.

Then one more shot and

those arguments were tamed but

they became devious whispers.

Then one more shot and

those devious whispers invited  

sinful caresses.

Then he drunk that last shot and

he started tasting a pair of bitter-sweet lips.

How he wished he did not take that last shot

because he is now haunted

by that shot-glass' curse.