Alcohol and poetry never tasted so good
I lick my lips and taste what you've left for me to beg for more
This music makes me want to dance in circles with you, the wind gently skidding across the nape of my neck
I want to ravish myself in your sweetness
And right now, I'm drunk, waiting for you to come home -

My God, I'm going to beg you for more

(P.C.)

It took me losing myself in the best way to find you
That first drag, after years of "quitting" - I can still recollect the taste
And the lingering smell of ***** kept snug on my clothing
When you pursed your lips and told me it was bad for my heart I couldn't help but grimace
You are just as bad

(P.C.)