Her Consumption, so devine
Today
It's just Me and my valentine.
I love her and I show it
when I lick her final remains,
as she trickles off my lip,
taking away my pain,
every last ounce of her I sip.
One after another
For me there is no other.
Man,- bottle or a can.
A devotion shinning so brightly
She makes up all the good inside me.
She's my buzz, and I'm her flower
pale dark honey and even amber.
Even when I dont have much money.
I 'll just settle for a little less quality.
but thats only temporary.
Soon I again will sip
anticipating her love, her neck I lift
towards my mouth
Her love drips down my lips
I love to lick it up.
Can you feel the love here?-
This Love of mine-
My beer-
my valentine. |