• Full nights of drinking cheap liquor
    My mind becomes a blur
    Visions of
    Pictures of
    Locking lips intimately with--
    The Girl with the Cherry Lips
    Soft like heaven
    The tingle of her lips
    Her Hands
    Her Tongue
    They dance across my body
    My body becomes hers
    Hers mine
    Night becomes moning
    The dream soon fades/
    The sweet smell of her hair--
    I look over to see
    Only the cheap call girl that once called my name