22 September 2012
One shot later and I'm with you. Your betrayals brings me shame, Which is why I tell few.
Two shots later, and we're joking. Giggling about everything, And some playful poking.
By the third, well, I'm already on you lap. You whisper sweet nothing's, Becoming such a sap.
By the forth i've realised what a fool I've been. I stop, go home... Avoiding the awkward scene.
In the morning I wake up, cold and alone... Would it have been so bad... Just to have bought him home?
©Odd
Shots • Opuss № I