Drink me, I’m whole
more than your sad Merlot
warm down the throat
intoxicatingly so
Humor me with this
a demise of burgundy and blush
of laughter through the night
of sweet nothings, no rush
Please, for me
don’t rush.
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 3:36 PM UTC
Drink me, I’m whole
more than your sad Merlot
warm down the throat
intoxicatingly so
Humor me with this
a demise of burgundy and blush
of laughter through the night
of sweet nothings, no rush
Please, for me
don’t rush.
