Flame and burgundy curtains flicker, Swirl in a salty breeze Nearly as soft and warm As the pillows we lie on. Beneath a window open to night, And rhythm of ocean breaking onto violet sand, The smoke of my cigarette mixes With lavender perfume of a just lit candle. In the dancing orb of velvet light Sight intoxicates my soul With fluid curves of a lascivious bottle. I drink your champagne skin, Your parted lips a vin noir, And never forget the bitter taste of your chardonnay eyes. Closing my eyes, I inhale with laudanous feeling, And my senses succomb to the best things of temporal design Providence offers a man who shamefully cares For little more than opulent existence. My life may be costly, But a whore can purchase my worthless soul, It matches the value of my will, And my choices. Poem by me. Just for clarification, it's not autobiographical.