Come Drink With Me…

Intoxicated
By the
Originality
Of your
Thought
The bravado
Of your intelligence
That makes
Me smile
As you spill
Forth your
Secrets
From thick
Curved
Lips
Making
My sentiments
Squeeze
And
When the
Clock strikes
12 I
Lean
forward offering
A concoction
Of
Spirits
Whispering
For
You
To come
Drink
With
Me
Until
The moon
Goes
Down.
©Tam 4/22/15
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