You told me this has never happened with you before. I didn't know what you meant.
You told me that alcohol has touched your lips and made you drunk before a real kiss; making you drunk in love.
Every loving interaction was countered by a sweet smell of alcohol on my breath.
Never have you felt a love like you did that night; sober.
That night you were sober, absorbing every single piece of interaction. Every breath, every little touch, every little word said stained your mind and left you wanting.
And it left me wanting.
You told me this was different, too, and I loved you for that.
YOU ARE READING
Alcohol
PoesíaMy poetry. Im not a professional poet, but I love writing. Any support would do wonders and I'm hoping to update this as much as possible ☺ This book will consist of poems that i think of, they're pure, straight from my mind as they are thought ❤
