A drunken heart tells no lies. It speaks in thumps. It sighs and rests in-between beats. Keeping up with heavy moments. Staying instep with quickening feet. Pumping warm blood through cold veins. Moving against our lovers breast. We need to hear it, feel it. Pulsating through a willing chest to appreciate being alive. What’s the use in breathing if you only press forward to say you survived? Why not have a little love in an otherwise boring life? A drunken heart tells no lies.

Your friend, Esha <3