We’re in our mid-twenties
Making our way home from the bar
You
Drunk on sweet cotton candy *****
Stumbling and flowing through my grasp as I help you into the car
Me
Drunk on your kisses
Sweeter than any cotton candy
From those blush colored lips of yours
Drunk on the soothing scent of apples
Hanging in the air between us
Drunk on those warm hot chocolate colored eyes of yours
That always manage to drown me in their endless depth
Drunk on that innocent smile
That pulls me in with the promise of things much less innocent
Drunk on the way you slurred
The words I love you
And immediately followed it up with a laugh
Drunk on the way your spirit seemed to fly free
How your thoughts seemed to soar
In the moonlit night above
Drunk on every aspect of your entire existence
And I hope I do not sober up anytime soon
Mar 7, 2017
Mar 7, 2017 at 11:27 PM UTC
We’re in our mid-twenties
Making our way home from the bar
You
Drunk on sweet cotton candy *****
Stumbling and flowing through my grasp as I help you into the car
Me
Drunk on your kisses
Sweeter than any cotton candy
From those blush colored lips of yours
Drunk on the soothing scent of apples
Hanging in the air between us
Drunk on those warm hot chocolate colored eyes of yours
That always manage to drown me in their endless depth
Drunk on that innocent smile
That pulls me in with the promise of things much less innocent
Drunk on the way you slurred
The words I love you
And immediately followed it up with a laugh
Drunk on the way your spirit seemed to fly free
How your thoughts seemed to soar
In the moonlit night above
Drunk on every aspect of your entire existence
And I hope I do not sober up anytime soon
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