I Drank

In your eyes, I drank

In a single blink

I fell into you

In your bed I sink

 

I’m wanton with you

In your arms, a whore

I creep onto you

Wanting for more

 

Your soul for the taking

With every bit of love we make

Infatuation, lust, or love

This feeling… It’s not fake

 

In your eyes, I drank

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