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?