Ode to One Beer and an Obscenely Low Tolerance Deborah Schwartz My world is whirling twirling somehow my cheek finds your shoulder i am being propped up like a dummy by your soft chest My head full of cotton and you seem so solid So there i stay Anchored to keep from floating You don't even give me much notice but the vibrations from your casual conversations soothe me Abruptly i wonder what it would be like to kiss you Woozy i need to be completely engulfed by something ...you? i can almost feel your tongue in my mouth wriggling like a seal warm and wet womb-like

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