Fire & Ice

This is fire.

I’ve been looking for you all my life.

Trust me, I see you too, boo.

This is what I will run home to.

She is the ice in my cup.

She is absolutely da buzz of my Patron.

This is all the alcohol I will ever need.

She’s more than a glass to hold.

 The straw that sits in my jaw. Together we are a perfect fit.

This is the stirrer placed in my drink.

For the record this is the azz my lips desires to kiss.

This is where my tongue will always go.

I will goggle map the quickest and shortest route to da azz.

What fool hangs out with all of this waiting for him at home?

Where’s my napkin? Where’s my spoon?