I’m Kiss, Drunk Me

{“Ouch, don’t pull so hard”}

Excuse me miss,

but I’m currently a drunken mess.

Dismiss the distress caused by my intoxicated grip.

I’ve taken one too many sips,

so please don’t be jaded at how I’m severely faded.

Your every kiss is sweet like mangoes, picks me off my feet,

when our lips get tangled in a tango.

Our mouths dance, I’m left in a trance,

speechless, only able to communicate with my hands.

Fingertips grazing your seductive hips, I’m lit, smiling at your biting lip.

Excuse me miss, but we must try this again. Sober.

So, I’ll wait for that text to ring, asking to meet thee over by the shaded swing.


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