Sipping the chilled margarita,
Watching the sight which never fails to catch your eyes,
Enhancing the taste with the salt,
A beauty which you can only see,
And the buzz which you can only feel,
The glow diminishes merging to darkness,
Leaving you with an empty margarita glass,
Leaving you wanting for more,
Leaving you in the darkness,
But one would say you are lucky to have caught the sight.
An Experimental attempt to put thoughts in writing by Monica Ingudam.