Drunk on Love

Love Blossoms

I picked my poison;
it tasted like your kiss.


I took a swig of you,
just a sip
of the alcohol
on your lips.


It gave me a buzz
unlike any spirit,
a euphoria that
coursed through me.


Then I asked for another;
I chugged and chugged
until I was drunk on love.


I've been binging
on you lately.


My heart has been

getting high,

under the influence

of your affection.


The proof is
in my eyes-

they are loveshot.


Now I'm hungover,

missing you

like an addict

waiting for their next fix.


Pour me another kiss.



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