I've been flirting with insomnia
fondling the cold neck of a bottle
I've been tongue kissing lechery
fingering a speckled purple mottle
You've left patches on my neck
You smell of grapes and stone cold regret
I've been
drunk and impressionable
and I want to let you take me home
and explore my body
like a catacomb
I am gluttonous and bare
guzzling from the rim of a wine glass
I am sun-kissed and exposed
groping at the lights
You've left some clothing at my place
But I don't think I'd recognise your face
I am
desolate and wandering
and I want to take you home
and lick you
like a honeycomb
I've been flirting with insomnia
drinking from a lipstick-coated bottle
I've been tickling the nighttime
squeeze me like a throttle
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Well written
Well written