so pretty

You look damn cute when you’re intoxicated
Is it a crime if I said this while I’m inebriated?
You have this sort of smile slash grin
I’m impressed and all the while ashamed
Time and time again.
I already know what you’ll say when I approach
“Hey you,” laughing it off with your lip stick smeared.
The whiff off of that vodka and juice
Made it easier for me to interlude
Swiftly
Words are exchanged we converse and arrange
A rendezvous at the nearest phone booth
At the stall
At the wall
We fell in love as we fell on the floor.
Lord knows my intentions are clear.
Or is it?
My friends Jack, Jose and Johnnie
Told me to do the right thing.
I’ll think about it but my head is bulging.