Poetry and Alcohol

Poetry and Alcohol

A shot of this so Hypnotic, the flow knockin on your heart, the way Quavo knocks on your head
Emotions riding so high, you already got the misconception that this time could be different
but you soon notice this is no different from the rest as the buzz begins to build
O yes come taste my words and sip my cup,
Pick your potion of poison, your Gin and Tonic,
your pain and pleasure
That Bacardi getting you so naughty,
so wet with that X-rated conversation glossing over your lips
Open your heart to trust, open your body to lust,
usher me in with that smile of empty happiness then let me crash as my vision impairs
You got me standing to fall, falling to crawl,
yeah I’m getting sloppy now, reckless and careless, no hesitation on my part as I reveal all as I sip on this liquid truth,
It’s starting to become more clear as it all gets hazy,
as my consumption increases my fear and doubt decreases,
I’m standing at the edge of the cliffs of death and with my eyes low all I can do is grin…  
I take a timeout as I try to regroup, but I can’t run away from you cause I’m borderline addicted so pour me some more since you so strongly insisted
You throw your blows and I take those body shots gladly, this feels so good to me sadly, you Ciroc me so good with your smooth touch and taste this feeling is too good to waste…
So sweet like when I mix the hate with peach, watch how they blend together sit back and let me teach
Stir it with a straw as my words stir in your head, pass it to a friend and ask if she likes it too, she doesn’t resist she loves the color it’s her favor Sky Blue…
You take it On the Rocks cause you know that’s the only way you can get it, you say give it to me straight cause you such a pro with it
1800 in your veins nothing less than 100% proof that that is all the motivation you need to create a delusion
Now all we need is for the Moon shine, let that bright light do our bodies right, putting us into each other’s arms even if only for one night, even if for all the wrong reasons
Now the moment has passed, the sleep was beautiful but the awakening was tragic,
the room still spinning, covered in the devoured of the previous day, eyes open wider as I look into the eyes of a stranger,
the pain of the shame and broken pieces of thought that rattle around as you try reconfigure how it came to this point,
sick to your stomach as you accept the consequences of your actions...
Epic Hangover but you know that next time will be 10x better 100x worse.              

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