What I wouldn’t give for that taste,
like that first bite of a sip of whiskey.
mouth watering.
and those Ouiji panties with all the fun beneath good and bye,
the best after farewell.
and the prompter goes on and on,
but I’m lingering here,
finding I like the odd sensations holding your name to my tongue is causing.
there’ no fiction that there’s love here,
at least not anymore,
but the prompter’s running rampant,
and I’m still lingering with you.
The show goes on and on,
but–
