I sip my vodka, I see your face.
Feel your fingertips on my skin.
I feel your desire and return it.
💫
The bubbles of cola and a rush,
Confusing the journey.
Am I yours or are you mine?
💫
Or is the alcohol speaking,
While your gun sits staring at me.
Tantalising; it’s metal hardness.
💫
I want you I think,
Or do I want to be loved.
I never knew love before.
💫
What is love anyway?
Protection? Guidance? Control?
Or saving from grey matter.
💫
I want rest and calm.
My body is heavy, no choice.
Do what you will.
💫
