Happy Hour
You intoxicate me.
See how my equilibrium has been compromised?
This smile you've placed in my brown eyes
and this heat between my anxious thighs?
Your taste leaves me in a drunken stupor.
Your serum claims the focus once donned on worry.
Your intensity takes my breath away.
You intoxicate me.
You're strong and smooth
Going down hot and wet.
Before the night is over, you have my tongue tied in knots.
My diction is incomprehensible
You intoxicate me.
You alter my mood before you're even in me.
I sup and the sweet fermented nectar you leave behind is addictive.
I can hardly wait to sup and sup
Until I hear the echoes of emptiness from your vessel.
You are a genuine artifact
Not to be mixed with this and that.
My cup runneth over,
My thirst has been quenched.
You intoxicate me.
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