Drunken Thoughts on the Majesty of Tequila
By WoundsLikeStars
Golden encouragement, a burning slide
Fill my belly with potent wisdom
Man can not exist on tortilla alone
But Mexican fire will consume
this anxiety
Do not defile my gift with citrus
Please
keep salt away from this wound
Nothing sweet, nothing frigid
Just
a glass, my hand, my lips
Warmth is the cure for these social
ails
Liquid infatuation, dose by dose
Sipped or shot, in anger
or joy
This Latin explosion is my escape
Though I am still
your master
I enjoy your domination
Thank you, Señor,
may I have another?
Weakness has never been this pleasing
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Copyright 2011 WoundsLikeStars
Author's Note:
Though I prefer vague explanations to my writing, this requires explicitness. I have a fairly sever case of social anxiety. Tonigh, tequila made everything better. I wanted to write while I was still floating.Comments on "Drunken Thoughts on the Majesty of Tequila"
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