my hands are tangled in hair
dirty blonde and wavy
our tongues meet again and again
my lips are attached to a bottle
beer or wine
i've drank so many i try to guess but no longer can
my lips wrapped around a blunt
my throat burns
my friends are smoking too
so many palette is experience
i am drunk and high and lustful
yet none taste like you
and that's all i want.
YOU ARE READING
between the lines
Poetryfalling asleep to the sound of broken promises and to the smell of toxicity
