Vodka and gin soaked tongues
Strong hands grasping on to hips
Hearts pounding against the rib cage
not mine though.
Mine had stopped
I didn’t feel it beating at all
Maybe it had drowned
from the drinks that night
But it definitely wasn’t racing
I don’t remember the kiss much
except that your lips were soft
and you weren’t aggressive or
trying to get to places
I wouldn’t have let you.
Kiss me again
without the alcohol stained breaths
so I’ll know for sure
That maybe you’re worth another kiss
or that this isn’t worth it.
and will never happen again
Kiss me again.