Unable to hold my quench after the first sip,
the taste of your love on my lips made me swerve
on this road I thought I knew well-
its curves, pot holes, and humps-
unafraid of a little hassle on the wheel,
foot on break pedal, unwavering: I know when to stop.
Tipsy, euphoric and red-faced yet my vision
is still clear, speech still smooth.
While car in full speed, you disappeared
like a headlight failing on an unlit road-
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