I Took a Week Off
Ohh you frothy sip of goodness you, I’m sorry I left you. It’s been a complete week since we last saw each other and I’ve thought about you every second of every day since then. I want little more than to touch you, to feel your cool insides warming my body—I sit alone at nights and dream of grabbing you and pulling you close to me and tasting your sweetness against my lips. Soon it will all be over. I’m sorry I left you. It wasn’t you, it was me. We will see each other again soon though… tonite maybe. Until then, just know that I’m thinking of you…
Ohh you frothy sip of goodness you, I’m sorry I left you. It’s been a complete week since we last saw each other and I’ve thought about you every second of every day since then. I want little more than to touch you, to feel your cool insides warming my body—I sit alone at nights and dream of grabbing you and pulling you close to me and tasting your sweetness against my lips. Soon it will all be over. I’m sorry I left you. It wasn’t you, it was me. We will see each other again soon though… tonite maybe. Until then, just know that I’m thinking of you…