At my age, I believe I live enough.
Except life is what you make it;
a mixture of personal experience.
I indulge in carnal pleasures
to hit a climax of an euphoric ecstasy.
The kiss from whiskey-
It’s rough and harsh while burning my lips,
yet it caresses my throat with a pleasant singe.
Another morning of awkwardness
with a wayward seductress.
She came and went like a thief in the night,
but we were entwined in erotic poetry.
A sultry confidante of my vulnerabilities.
Just another sip of fresh poison,
and I delve into paradise.
However, the intoxication remains the same
as I mesh with other restless strays.
We’re all on cloud nine at this party!
The lights, music and substances are plentiful
for the burdened and heavy-laden.
There’s rest for both wicked and weary here-
Lay your demons down!
Maybe I’m in need of absolution…
or I’ll continue to construct these thoughts as the room is spinning.