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.