Drunk on Love

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Love Blossoms

I picked my poison;
it tasted like your kiss.

 

I took a swig of you,
just a sip
of the alcohol
on your lips.

 

It gave me a buzz
unlike any spirit,
a euphoria that
coursed through me.

 

Then I asked for another;
I chugged and chugged
until I was drunk on love.

 

I've been binging
on you lately.

 

My heart has been

getting high,

under the influence

of your affection.

 

The proof is
in my eyes-

they are loveshot.

 

Now I'm hungover,

missing you

like an addict

waiting for their next fix.

 

Pour me another kiss.

 

Cheers.

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