Forgive the lateness of this post...I promise to offer clarification on the last poem soon.
Short and (Bitter) Sweet
Ruin Me.
Leave a heaving wreck.
180 proof drops of you
make me weak and lusting.
Reckless.
Wet.
A taste,
a sip,
a gulp,
a swallow
of that elixir
and I am drunk, dizzy, wrong, right and
Tight.
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Sometimes you just gotta get you drank/drunk on huh?
In the words of that great sociologist of our times PRINCE, "I was dreaming when YOU wrote this..." wasn't I? No need to forgive you because it most definitely did not "go astray" but instead found its exact target and SIZZLED once there!
I FELT THAT!
BLESSINGS,
angelia
Oh, that was so tight!
GURRRRLLLLLL! that was SERIOUS!
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