Her...
Her...
Whiskey on one hand
And another has her face
I wonder which of the two
Has more chase
To make my heart race
Thousand beats per second
And linger on my lips
As a fixation of aftertaste...
Numbing my tongue
With 5 cigarettes one after the other
On the balcony in an abandoned shivery night
Makes me realize
Her mere touch could kick in the same feels
Minus the toxicity...
Snorting 4 lines of cocaine
Listening to 5 of her favorite songs
None of which holds a candle against
The high of Her hair fragrance...
Throws me off the edge to
Call her, on her landline...
Her bewitching voice
Makes me utter "I Love You"
To which she questions
"Cocaine, Cigarette or Whisky?"
"Your favorite songs" - I clarify!
