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Drunk |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA 
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She flung my jacket on the bunk bed, And as though shocked, She said, “You aren’t even drunk yet, Come take a shot!” She pulled two glasses right away Out of the cupboard, And filled them both about half-way With Southern Comfort. The two of us sought love and warmth In mid-October, I swore to her “From this day forth, I won’t be sober.” Each night since then I’m drinking her Sweet voice and laughter... I’m drunk with love and I defer The morning after. For all the lonely hearts out there With sullen faces, Go out and drink, there’s love to spare... Get really wasted! From mouth to mouth, drink her breath, No need for chasers! Then order more, there is plenty left, Just ask the waitress. Go drink her eyes, her hands, her scent, The color of her lipstick. Life is so gorgeous when you get A little tipsy... Check out my poetry here: |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
To be so drunk on love is a powerful thing indeed. I love how you turned this into such a beautiful thing. |
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inkedgoddess Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392Ohio |
intoxication drink up ! |
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