His voice touches me
Like strawberry wine
Clouding my fears
Giving me permission
To feel him
Under the autumn moon

Drunk on his citrus scent
I'm overcome with need
With lust
I'm drowning in all the words I want to say
I want to say them sober
But I can't

More strawberry wine
It slips down my throat like a bitter reminder
My hands
His hands?
I can't remember
I want to remember
I want to feel this sober
But I can't

I'm bubbling over with feelings
I am growing desperate for more of his cosmic skin
But I drink more strawberry wine while we dance
And hope he forgets it all in the morning
I want him to remember
But he can't