Love Diary- Love Drunk
I am drunk off him, drunk off his love. The mere sight of him makes me sway from the liquor in his golden eyes. He's my alcohol. One kiss from his lips is like a sip of the purest wine. Ohhh, he makes my head spin. A simple touch of his fingers is my bottle of Gin. Bottle of Jack. Bottle of Tequila fresh off the rack. When we make love it's like I've been on a three week binge. His love singes my soul but I can't help but to drink him all in. Shit! I'm addicted, I just want to uncork bottle after bottle until I'm in a haze that I can never escape. His love is cool, a frosty margarita you drink somewhere on a tropical beach. A sex on the beach, under a starry night while the waves play you a song as they crash to the shore. He's my love on the rocks. My pure and simple in a shot. My dizzy that makes everything seem better and easier to bare. His loving voice is a drink so rare. His tongue is my jello shot, my mellow shot. My spiced rum, my peppermint schnapps, my cheap wine boxed. God, I'm drunk and I don't think I'll ever be able to stop.