What Am I Drinking?

"What am I #drinking❓"

He wouldn't let me see the writing on the green can, but after taking a sip

from the rim, leaned in, and let me taste his lips.

"Guarana."

Sweet, red, streams,

pillowed in beads, over the beds of his lips...

as I sucked the remnants off, with a savory-sweet kiss.

Yeah. I remember this!

That shit was sexy as fuck! I mean, absolute bliss...

the way it used to be. Man...

he still means the world to me.

I love him, sometimes...

You know?

And I know he still loves me...

but can I trust him?

Or will he break my heart, continuously.

Don't judge him.

He's got a beautiful heart inside him.

I seen it.

Even when he fucked up... I knew he didn't mean it.

Fuck! I'm not exactly a picnic.

Nobody's perfect.

What I noticed first, were his big, fucking BROWN EYES. A

beautiful human being!

And when he giggled, as he told me, "I like art, too"... I fell

in love with him... instantly.

©️I.M … me

-- xo

MMXX