She lays on the couch invitingly,
Tempting me with her partially dressed torso.
Lusting after her, I was slipping;
Yet I held on.
Something felt wrong.
Was it her bluish lips,
Moving sluggishly while she speaks in a slurred tongue.
Or was it the state of mind she was in,
Dazed with glassy eyes as I stared.
Erratic Behaviour
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