Punch Drunk Lust

When I think of her, all I think is Punch Drunk Lust

Early days it was just us

But she lacked trust

For she know around me are those guys

Who pass out red cups of stories & lies

Just to drown in between some thighs

But I always suggested to take notoriety

Ive been through 2 years of sobriety

I just started sipping on opportunity

Mixed drinks full of attraction & unity

Then suddenly my eyes start to glaze

Reflexes begin to slow down

But body tends to loosen up

So then I throw back shots of courage

To get me to this point

Where its just her n me

Feelin nice & wavy 

Or lit as they say these days

Any other time, my nerves would have me 

Shaking

Hesitant

But the taste of her. Jungle juice.

Something sweet. 

Hides the curiosity & animosity

That will trigger after a cup of her

I chase it with reality  

I'd rather remember this moment

So I stop her from taking cups of regret 

Or even worse, those lil bottle of forget

At this moment, we're comfortable

Gaze upon her eyes, 40 oz full of pain

Wish she had a piece of somethin real to absorb the liquor 

So I fed her my experiences, 

My inspirations, 

My aspirations,

Yet all this plus the liquor gives her the urge for penetration

The shot of passion 

The cup of intimacy

Gave her the courage to start kissing me

Words couldn't describe

Scenes on the cutting room floor

Couldnt remember the movie

Woke up to this queen

This Henny Goddess

Patron Princess

Tequila Temptress

Vodka Vixen

Words couldn't describe

How we ended up in my bed

Hands caressing my head

And a grip tight around me

No hangover

Just a blissful rush

The early days of just us

Reminiscing bout Punch Drunk Lust