In the drunken stupor of lust,
I yield to pleasures, earthly and of flesh.
Luscious and beautiful in those moments I lose myself easily to the desires raging within.
Knowing well that on the morrow, again I go forth alone to battle the darkness that is the loneliness of the human condition known well by the many who call themselves single.
But I wane not, for in knowing my loneliness, I have learned myself.
And drunkenly I yet court the very idea that she is still out there, waiting for me, the one...