Lost in Lust

Hangover[ed] morning,
or afternoon,
penthouse in the middle
of downtown,
you should see the view
I've got.
Sinful feeling coming
from my gut,
regret is not a friend,
specially today.
The mischievous grinned girls' call,
call my lust.
With the gin bottle
I close the door
to start round unknown.

Reviews

[ayosonolowo]

nice poem, respect!.......................

[writer in trial]

Nice one. Something that defines me too. :D

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

I super love the title since it's very intriguing! I just want to ask a question.. Is the bracket really necessary in the first line?

[Leandro Mendez]

thanks, "lost in lust", I have some works on around that title, since hangover is not a verb, then hangovered is wrong, so I wanted to add the "ed" at the end with the brackets :)

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Okay. Thanks for the explanation! ;) May we be lost in love and not in lust. ;) Cheers!!

[Frieda P]

Tangy one Leandro, not usually what I'm used to reading from your pen, I like. :-)

[Leandro Mendez]

thanks :) I have a bunch, I just didn't want to post them yet, but I like this one. Thanks for reading!

[Frieda P]

Be bold & my pleasure ;-)

[Pryde Foltz]

Lucky boy. I do hope that gin is bombay and do hope you two are good to each other. Great write.

[Leandro Mendez]

haha thanks! it was just a story, not real :) (and it's girlS) haha :)

[Pryde Foltz]

Yeah I got that later. Dream on, sweet poet.