We are dancing in the bottle flow,

Trapped in the night's grip

Making the most of moments,

Coming and all too soon gone

Drunken revelations,

Make for tempestuous caresses

I can't express everything,

But damn it all to Hell.

Sharing in all this grandeur,

Grappling for the railing.

Time keeps moving,

And I just want this to last.

Beneath the sheets we discover

That our intentions were not noble.

A lion's pride embellished,

Until our appetites were sated.

Come morning there will be,

An awkward situation.

Questions not yet asked,

And answers never given.

We'll leave under the cover

Of dawn's first coming light.

This party has concluded,

And I know you know now.