Son Of a Bitch Everything’s Real.
the alcohol already consumed my veracity
I was looking at you from where I’m sitting
at a bar, while you were singing your throat out
that was the most beautiful voice, I thought.
you came near me
your delicate scent was alluring
I know, just another wink from your silly eye, I’ll give in.
to sing with you the whole night.
and I spoke too soon
it wasn’t at all a phantasm
it wasn’t the alcohol conversing to me anymore,
it was your breath next to mine
and your squashy lips –
and why I closed my eyes during – I have no idea
I wanted to succumb, to submit
you overpowered my truth, my precision
yet – I hesitated, I shilly-shally.
for I have been warned
that this night might be the longest I’ll ever have
but this will be gone in next to no time
and so is the alcohol in my body,
and so is the desire to be next to you,
and so is the night…
I’ll be sober soon.
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