Intoxicating

*Sorry if there are any misspellings. I'm a bit wasted right now*

If there was a spirit that could weaken me,
it would be yours. Your kisses are a high I never
want to come down from. Fine absinthe.
Your skin is Kaluha. Perfect taste, perfect
smell. And your hair is a gossamer shield of
vodka that's blinding in the sunlight and
gets me drunk from it's scent. The sweet taste
of your lips. A pure, German peach schnapps.

I wanna kiss you in the full moon, make love
to you by candlelight. Perfect little moments,
perfect little shots. Your scent, personality,
your very essence is intoxicating, it's a helluva
cognac. Rich and sweet. You bring a sweet
spice to my boring gin-and-tonic life. Your
applejack lifestyle mixing with my dull tequila
lifestyle. Baby, you make us into a hardcore Corpse
Reviver, a Vader with extra Jagermeister,
an Amber Moon. You make me feel like a
Goldeneye. And you, my sweet Mimosa,
have made my life Sex On The Beach.