Im not home now take me drunk

*NB* Half of this post was written while perhaps slightly intoxicated on Friday night while the rest I was in a state of soberness.

Seriously, im not as think as you drunk I am. But even so, this may be a perfect opportunity to get my words on. Wait a second though, I forgots my wines...

So here we stand,
Within the hollow of our hearts fires,
Within the heat of our hearts hidden desires,
And seem to find,
That the warmth is quite inviting,
An umfamiliar kind of comfort.
Exhillarating, yes,
Exciting.

We are victims of Stockholm Syndrome,
Caught in a paradoxical loop.
My fire fuels your fire.
Your soft flame feeds mine too.

It wraps around my skins conscience,
Sending capillaries to the surface,
Effortlessly,
It licks,
Along outlines,
Of my existence,
Breathless
Leaving me flushed,
In a hot kind of hindrance

Urges of burning senses,
The core of forbidden fruits.
A violent yet subtle sweetness
The taste of sinful pursuits

These burning words
Upon my tongue
They long to find,
Their way home...