My heart has drained of tequila.
Lemon bitter juice dry now, just peel left.
Salt licked until wound exhausted effort.
Love doesn't die.
Greedily consumed it loses it's taste.
I need water , a rest and her refill.
Wake me up when it's all over.
I hate this gradual instant.
Punish me forever without truth.
Why ?
I still love the Mexican.