A mellow intoxication

The rumour has it
That you ain’t good
The rumour has it
That you ain’t fit
Into my life

The text, the talk, the walk
The eyes, the look and the heart
that missed a beat
With waves gently kiss
You and me
Into starry sky

The drunken moonlight
Caressing your lusty mind
But my angel part
Profusely takes it as just a passing by

What are you?
A bottle of cider, a box of Royce
or a pint of Haagen-Dazs
What are you?
A morning text, a good night kiss
or a lullaby
What are you?
My so many firsts
my so much hurt
What are you?
Devil lust
or Angel rush

Whatever, it must
end soon…