A shot of something gorgeous

Leaving sores on my tongue

Using my weakness

To make her feel better.


Nonsensical and inebriated

Twisting fingers in her hair

As she plays with my eyes,

Twisting fingers in my mind.


Tearing this place up,

And the boys are getting jealous.

No way to tell if the room is spinning

Or if she's spinning me.


Impossible to say no

When she leads me through the door

I know, but it doesn't matter,

She'll be gone tomorrow.