I know I shouldn’t
but sometimes even I,
the generous,
no personal space-
yet eloquently distant
woman do not care…
Tequila numbs the
inhibitions laid upon
me by my religious upbringing
enhancing the wanton spirit
deep within
negotiating consummation
of passion and pure soul
Can I not surrender this one
night
and in the morning plead:
“The Devil made me do it”?
YURI DURAAN
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/having-drinks-with-the-devil/
