Lips on glass bottles.
Lipstick on you neck.
Shuffling the deck.
Broken shot glasses.
Drinking from the bottle.
So comfortable.
Tingling and burning my tongue.
The liquor running down throat.
Leaving its warm coat.
Standing still feeling the swaying boat.
Scribbling notes.
Taking off your clothes.
Nobody knows.
The alcohol talking, pushing you to your lows.
Dancing, staring & uncaring.
Slurs, blurs, silence blaring.
Mind moving slow, awaiting a terrific show.
Fingers sliding down skin.
So many ways to bend.
Pushing you to the bed.
Handcuffs will do instead.
With one finger wrapped around.
In control. Wicked eyes & I know.
Pulling me closer, you're low.
Tempting. Wallet on the table.
Mind spinning feeling unstable.
"Playing magic tricks with your cards."
"Won't get you far at all."
Beginning to fall.
Cheater on both ends.
Seduced by fate left handcuffed to wait.
Explain why you're late.
Everything left the same.
Except the night stand.
A twist to the card game.
Wallet, in the womans hand.
Leaving you tied to the bed.
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