Your lips touches mine,
once, twice, thrice.
Eventually I’ve lost count
though I know, you’ll want more.
Cold sweat, clinking rocks,
clinging all over my body.
I’ll have to endure some more,
you’ll have your fill soon, sooner.
You’re troubled again,
I can tell oh so well.
That’s the only time you’ll seek me,
whenever you’re completely disturbed.
A little more, I’m almost drained,
I’ll feel your lips a few more times.
Just a bit more before you throw me away,
And hold another, another bottle of beer.