blame me
your weakness
I am your merlot, your chardonnay, your kamikaze
your skin on mine
your whispers
your handheld grasp
so real
a Dali painting we are surreal
a lovers kiss does leave
the slightest taste
an obsession
with wine glazed lips
kissed
with hearts raced love we make
mistake again
a mistake
and again
maybe this time
time will erase
maybe this time a hearts beat
last pace
no more
no more are you
my place
maybe this time
you're my weakness
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