At the last call, closing of the bar, lonely souls seek solace and even Coyote Ugly, is lookin good! A soul transference poem.

It's last call and the bar is closin, I see,
Hey Mister, buy me some wine and you can come with me.
Don't hesitate, I am basking in wine's warm glow,
If you want to hold moonlight in your arms, get up and let's go.
I won't ask for tomorrow, or ponder what's wrong or right,
I just need a warm body, to help me make it through the night.
Lookin through this wine induced mist, you face looks good to me,
But with the sobering dawn, it will be the last thing I wanna see.
Wine's warm glow renders me pain free and unable to think,
I have no past or future, my only quest is another drink.
Sweet wine, quiets the demons that dance in my head,
While they lay dormant, you are welcome to my bed.
Hold me close and whisper pretty lies,
There will only be this one night, for I want no ties.
I will be your lover, until the dawn,
When the sun rises, I want you dressed and gone!