Every word you speak feels like liquor,

Making me tipsy and while everything around me begins to have a duplicate when your words wet my dry soul, you remain one.

Give me your slippery hands and let me kiss your forehead. Let the liquidity of my intentions drench your body starting from the crown of your head, dripping off at all of your edges and sliding down on all your curves until they reach your feet.

Let me hold you and baby, look me in the eye and smile.

Let me feel the warmth of your emotions.

Kill me with your smile and resurrect me like I'm the messiah.

I'll nail you and punish you, I derive pleasure when you cry from my every stroke.