Whiskey Shots

Eyes of blue filled with lust and bad choices,

Heavy is the weight of your stare.

Suddenly nervous, I can't meet your gaze;

Whiskey shots in your hand like a dare.

And the music plays through my body...

See the rhythm in the swish of my hips...

Your eyes try to keep me steady in sight...

Whiskey shots leave your taste on my lips.

There's a spark that ignites between us.

Each time we're left alone...

I'm tired of pretending it doesn't exist;

Whiskey shots & the gauntlet are thrown.

And the music is filling your empties.

The whole world has ceased but for here.

Eyes of blue, filled with what-ifs and need;

Whiskey shots, so we can cloud up the clear.

Eyes of blue filled with lust and assurance;

Temptation must be your last name.

Desire is my power, I'm powering on...

Whiskey shots is where we'll lay blame.

And the music courses through my veins...

It's flowing in streams from my fingers...

You're coated like candy, starburst in my mouth...

Whiskey shots on your breath sweetly lingers.

Don't think about why we shouldn't...

Let's both ignore right from wrong.

We'll get drunk & dance til we forget about karma;

Whiskey shots for us both all night long.

And you move in and my eyes are closing...

Your lips hover lightly, close to mine...

I grab your collar & bring your mouth down;

Whiskey shots until we cross that line.

You kiss me slow; its sexy and playful...

Your kiss deepens, now making demands...

Your lips on my throat, hands grip my hips...

Whiskey shots must be in on your plans.

The heat of the night is a promise...

Night dwellers are the easiest prey...

Ruled by emotion, driven by desires...

Whiskey shots won't keep darkness away.

My fingers trace the lines of your torso...

Your temperature's rising with my touch...

You taste like risk on a hot summer night...

Whiskey shots, maybe we had too much.

I like the way your hands grip my body.

I like the feeling I get from your gaze.

I like your smile, blue eyes & all of those abs;

Whiskey shots, I really like this haze.

And the music reverberates hunger...

I'm starving; I could eat you alive...

The moment is over as the choice is removed;

Whiskey shots, headlights pull in the drive.