Your love is like
Tequila shots.
I take few shots, I crave you more
as the liquor evaporates on my parched tongue
Without satisfying my thirty.
I drink many shots, I get intoxicated and
Begin to stutter in conjugating words,
And wobble like a tree dancing with the wind
And crush like a derailed train out of control.
Your love is like a tequila shot,
Any amount I take-in, is not right for me.
Thus, I either die in hunger and thirst of
Your intoxicating liquor or
Let each tiny drop
Explode in my veins
And **** me anytime.
Slowly.
Or
How many shots keeps me alive?
Jul 2, 2017
Jul 2, 2017 at 6:32 PM UTC
Your love is like
Tequila shots.
I take few shots, I crave you more
as the liquor evaporates on my parched tongue
Without satisfying my thirty.
I drink many shots, I get intoxicated and
Begin to stutter in conjugating words,
And wobble like a tree dancing with the wind
And crush like a derailed train out of control.
Your love is like a tequila shot,
Any amount I take-in, is not right for me.
Thus, I either die in hunger and thirst of
Your intoxicating liquor or
Let each tiny drop
Explode in my veins
And **** me anytime.
Slowly.
Or
How many shots keeps me alive?
