on the rocks

My lips and womb eager for your heat, but you're gone.

Farewell breaks my heart as the break of dawn...

I remember you saying falling in love was risky.

I also remember being called frisky.

So I decide to forget you and turn to the kitchen

Throw some ice in a glass and drink a little whisky.

{To Paula Medeiros and Carol de Góes}

NR (09/01/2013)