Intoxicated on the Plush Leather Couch
My senses are heightened, my mind is a blur,
As I sit on this couch, my drink a lure.
The alcohol courses through my veins,
As I watch you, my heart in chains.
Your seductive saunter, a sight to behold,
Your silhouette floating in the haze, bold.
Desire streaks across your gaze,
My thoughts about you, a fiery blaze.
Perched on this plush leather seat,
I'm lost in your eyes, my heart skips a beat.
Intoxicated by your every move,
I can't help but be intrigued, my heart in groove.
A. C. Mercier🥀
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PoesiaWithin these pages, words of sorrow and desire entwine, A tapestry of emotions, both bleak and divine. For here lies a compilation of sad poetry and sensual poetry, A journey through the depths of human complexity. From heartbreak to longing, ea...
