Lounge

Smooth
slides down my throat
smokey brown liquor
smooth slips
on my lips
pulsing
against pressuring
hips
whiskey settles
down stomach pit
like kids
we bite and lick
you next to me
lounge music, steady beats
distorted vocals
us in our seats
and i feel high
like i got a fever
feeling you, smooth
operator
and to you
i wanna sing
sade, your love is king
dim lights, smoke rings
hookah, plus a
hint of spring
outside
this building
what could be better
than to smoke,
and to kiss her
like theres no tomorrow
smoke up, drink
my heart
no longer filled with sorrow

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