I’M TIPSY OFF HIS LOVE…
AND IF THERE IS A CURE FOR THIS
I DON’T WANT IT …
FOR I’D RATHER
DANCE WITH HIS DESIRES
INDULGING IN MY SELFISH ACTS
GETTING DRUNK FROM THE HEAT
STEAMING OFF HIS BACK
FOGGING THE WINDOWS
OF HIS CLASSIC CADILLAC
AS WE’RE SWERVING
DUE TO THE PERCENTAGE OF PROOF HE’S …SERVING
I WONDER,
IF 28 DAYS HAS HAD A CASE LIKE THIS
FOR I’M SHAKEN, NOT STIRED
FEELING THE BLISS
DUE TO ALL THE ADVENTURES
SLIPPING OFF HIS TONGUE
SO INTOXICATED BY SATISFACTION
HE’S LOVING MY RUM …POURING
AND NOT A MINUTE IS CONSIDERED-BORING
NOR DRY AS GIN
AND I’M LOVING BASKING IN THIS HANGOVER
TISPY OFF HIM
ADDICTAED TO THE POWER
OF HIS CROWN ROYAL EYES
AS THE ROOM STARTS SPINNING
FROM THE TOUCH ON MY THIGHS
SLURRING LOVE DRUNKIN CRIES….
TOO BUZZIN TO LIE;
ABOUT IT BEING SUCH A
SWEETEST TASTE OF LOVE
THAT HIS WITHDRAWLS MAKE ME SICK
SO I ORDER MORE ROUNDS
LIKE A LOVE-A-HOLIC
AND IF THERE ARE AA MEETINGS-I DON’T NEED IT
BECAUSE I SEE,
THERE MAY BE NO CURE-FOR ME
Posted By: SARA JOY EDGEMON
Wednesday, August 26th 2009 at 4:05PM
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