Cozy under covers

Bar stools tipped over

Still tipsy

From the rug pulled out

From under us

No sweeping off feet

We both fell for it

The lights

In this small room

Look so elegant

Weeping over your skin


Veins calling my lips

To the soft conundrum

Of pillowtalk

And clinking drinkware

In cheers

To the health

We are drinking away

Plenty vain

And basically

A balm

For base desires

The gateway drugs

To nirvana’s gate

Boots under the bedframe



Let’s check out

One last time

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