Drunken Tongue

Big, red drops of wine drip from your drunken tongue and effortlessly flood into my ear.

The liquid swirls in my head, giddily bubbles to the top and potently intoxicates my senses.

My eyes glaze over, until I see you, sipping seduction, framed in a saintly mist.

My judgement fully impaired, I hear only truth, rising from the alcoholic tongue of false pretenses.