Exit

Find me by the exit,
Whiskey drink in hand.
Push me against the wall,
Ask me for a dance.

Complimentary

My back against the wall,
Then yours,
Cold against our skin.
Drunken footing,
As we dance this forbidden dance.
Whiskey & Tequila
So different, yet complimentary.

The Chase

Grasp it,
Let it go.
An idea,
A foe.

What could possibly go wrong when you taste it?
What could possibly go wrong from an adventure taken once... twice... maybe three times?

Have you tasted the forbidden fruit?
Engulfed yourself,
Indulged in the sweet nectar of temptation?

If you have, then you know.
The thrill,
The high,
The crash,
The crave,
The chase.

But when you taste the tiniest bit once again,
You run,
Grasp,
Grip that feeling...

All to experience the high again.
All to simply taste her lips.
Feel her hips.
Get high on bliss.

What I've Become

Each mile is tucked into my soul, into my memories. 

Like a tiny souvenir carried , yet with no weight. 

The journey has become my lover,

and I her muse.