mr. saturday night
my lips,
my tongue,
taste of you
and i thank you
for the lingering sensations
of love
i'm sorry there was a moment
when i couldn't remember
your name
it was the fog of
bourbon and beer that
clouded my careless mind
ireland,
by morning it was clear
no regrets.
Posted by Amanda at December 15, 2005 01:17 AM
