How do you find this poem I made?

This place is covered in smoke
I’m not sure if it’s from the tobacco
Or the dope
We stashed in the closet
I can’t see you

Oh.
You’re contributing to
The fume in this room
And by the sound of your voice-
You’ve had your hits

Tequila Sunrise
(Number seven)
I think you’ve had enough
You’re on your way
To that drunken dimension

Who isn’t?

The bottle’s on the floor
Spinning round and round
The force of friction from the rug
So happens to direct it towards
Me.

You laugh, get up from your
Reserved spot on the rug, and you
Wobble your way towards myself
Your hands melt around my hair
As you bring my lips to yours

The vapour slithers
From your mouth to mine
And your breath
Of toxic paraphernalia
Lusts on my tongue

The alcohol’s opened
A whole new scope
Of feelings
For both players
On the field

Although you are
Quite shot off reality
From your essence
I can smell,
Through any delusion or drug

Pungent
Pleasure

Emanating
Of magnetic
Pull

Of secret

Want.

Need.

Desire…

For my

Touch.
Horrified to say you liked it? Why?

And by abysmal, do you mean deep? Or just… Bad? Haha. Just wanna know how people feel about it.