My bottle

~~ MY BOTTLE ~~

She touches my dancing bottle, 

Trying to feel its little round cover that cries, 

Her hands goes straight down my bottle's round meat that bleeds, 

 Now my bottle strikes the weeping earth,

Pulling out some white drink that once begged for freedom, 

She suck the little that came out from the crying cover. 

Wanting more, she held my bleeding bottle tight and firm, never wanting to let go.

 Boom, splash, rivers of living water flows out, leaving my bottle cracked.