Bittersweet Bastard

—the drink that tastes like a compliment you don’t trust.

It started smooth, velvet and heat,
A lover’s tone, a quiet cheat.
The notes were deep, the finish bold,
But something in the middle cold.
A wink of sweet, then sharp retreat,
Like kindness laced with subtle defeat.

You sipped and smiled, it felt refined,
Like trauma aged in oaken rind.
It lingered long, too long by half,
A flavor dressed in a sociopath.
And when it ended, lips still stung,
Not from the heat, but what it clung.

You drank it twice. You knew the score.
Some bastards taste like wanting more.


📜 Bittersweet Bastard – The Recipe

Ingredients:

Instructions:
Mix ganache and espresso until smooth. Add liqueur. Top with steamed milk, but don’t foam,it’s not that kind of intimacy. Garnish with grated chocolate and cracked hazelnut. Serve in a cup that feels heavier than it looks. Drink slowly, like you’re remembering something you shouldn’t.