My place or yours
As
your red lips slowly but surely stain the now almost empty wine glass
its clear to see that It isn't your first and most surely not your last,
and neither am I.
Your
eyes meet mine. They are like the ocean a dark blue and filled with
unrivaled passion no sailor can tame it yet countless line up to try,
none to be found again, and for each man lost at sea two set sail. For
even if they do not return it's a ride of a life time.
I
offer to buy you another glass. You ask why we don't just skip the
games, as you lightly put your hands around my neck and invite me to the
dance floor.
The
blues and alcohol pump with my blood through my veins controlling my
legs like a puppeteer, I slip into a trance state it is only you and me
on earth now.
In
that moment your lips decided to stain something other than a wine
glass. The words flow off your tongue "your place or mine"
That night another sailor was lost at sea.
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