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.)