Whiskey Sour
Sunday, November 2nd, 2008By Giggles Anderson
clinging for dear life
onto your love,
digging nails deep into back,
untold treasure buried beneath,
teeth sharp, tongue wet,
and soft against my heart.
long time since,
held bent back,
took a man,
swollen,
in for a bit.
summer became fall,
and I spent my last dime
for a drink so sweet,
my eyes rained for miles.
cry ice tears for me not once,
but thrice I want to lick them,
drink the pain and keep you Safe.