The bottle on the table is tempting me
my hand keeps reaching out to caress it
that pretty clear bottle
full with that delicious liquid
as i caress it, i jerk back, 
because, it taste so good
and I have the desire to taste it several times
not just once.. or twice
I had a alittle issue, 
no need to go there now, 
but i needed more and more
Memories
retrace my mind, of what was, 
so I can convince myself, 
now a conqueror 
healed, nothing should
take me to that back road again.
memories of feeling, a little tipsy, 
go home
forget all the Parties, 
 time to leave
A little temptation
should have left at first site.
weak again
shouldn't be left alone
messed up.
Temptation is the 
Root of Evil.
leave that bottle 
Alone
Ain't that  
just  a
leave that taste alone, sugar!                
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