I'm not drunk, but I wish I was intoxicated off of you.
Your kiss like vodka,
Your touch like whiskey,
Your scent like tequila,
I just want to drink your very presence,
Take shots of your affection,
Blackout from your love.
I wake up hungover
Swearing to never make love like that again
To never mix it with my frustration,
And I decide to only drink patience,
But only a couple days later I have withdrawals,
I see everyone else indulging in passion,
The lust dripping from their lips,
Carnal glasses line the table,
I need a drink, just one sip, and I can't help myself.
I take a bottle and run outside,
The moonlight shines off of the wet neck,
My palms glistening from the condensation,
I tilt it up and take a long, slow, swig,
The aromatic flavors flood my palate like a storm,
I roll back my eyes,
Curl my toes,
Lick my lips,
And savor the unique sweetness that is you.
I'm an addict,
I need help,
But I refuse to stop,
You're the the perfect imperfection,
My gateway drug to a life with you.
I stumble through the honeymoon phase, sleep through each fight, carry a headache every time you complain, but it's all worth it for those few moments of bliss when you touch my lips and let me frost your hips with every dark intention.
I hiccup sweet nothings into your ears, breathe heavily, heavily, heavily, and try to hold back the backwash of sultry sentences, biting my lips to fight back words.
I sober up, and hesitate to realize where I am,
The scent of elixir bathes in the air,
Yet, I cannot fathom how I arrived in such a drunken state,
But I like it, I love it, I crave it,
I'm an addict, and I plan on visiting this place every night for the rest of my life,
But for now, I will just lie here, and drift on the thoughts of yesternight.