Ugh.
Thats the kind of ugh you say,
the kind you feel deep in your heart,
and in your *****.
I saw him.
In all his glory,
he didn't even see me.
It was ******* to see his face.
I never see him anymore,
and I didn't notice how much I missed him until,
until he was there,
lips on his drink,
so sensually.
I considered him a glass of whiskey,
for a long time I didn't feel anything but how good he tasted,
but now I'm drunk.
All I want is a bottle of him,
to hoard away.
I want to taste him on my lips,
his happiness and lust.
But he is busy tasting other flavors.
It doesn't bother me,
I'll wait.
He is so addicting.
I want a lifetime supply.
Maybe one day.
If he sees this he will probably know who he is. So you're welcome, doll. But he will have to miss me first.