The first time I saw you, you were astounding. A thing of aesthetic angles, lines.
and I was drowning in alcohol and feelings.
You were refreshing, like a cold drink of water or perhaps an ocean breeze.
and maybe that's what triggered my need, my want for you.

You seemingly picked me up and carried me home.
and I was lost again, without your lips. I craved you.
Needed the feeling of leather and skin.
Needed you.
Still need you.
To revive me and carry me home.