The humid summer nights taunt me the most
Reminding me of the warm sweat of your skin after hours of burying myself in you
Your scent dances on the hot wind
Honeysuckle and spice
I reach for another whiskey
Smooth vanillas and butterscotch drift over my tongue
Your kiss
What a fool I am thinking I could be stronger than your spell
Your magic is what drew me in in the first place
That darkness and moonlight
Silver, fiery licks through my soul
Eating my secrets as though it were your only sustenance
I down another drink
Bottom shelf tequila
Sharp, sweet, vicious...your bite
What kind of alcohol will take these memories
How much before I can pass out in blackness
*****, top shelf
Smooth, warm, empty...
I'm torn between spitting it out and drinking the whole **** bottle
Whole bottle it is
Finally at the point of blank
Only to fall into the black abyss to find you standing there
Waiting for me
Your skin glistening like the sweat after hours of *** on a hot summer night
Honeysuckle and spice invading my nostrils
Your smile might has well be the welcome death of me
It sends those silvery fire licks coursing all through my insides
I have only one more secret
That I know how much of a fool I am to have let you go
I *****, begging that the memory of you comes out with it.
It's still a humid summer night
And the honeysuckle scent is strong on the breeze
Some woman's giggle, not you, but it might as well be
Travels through my window
Another night
Another taunt
I need a ******* drink