I wanna chill at Acid Bar.
With you, comfortably on the cosy sofa right beside me.
I wanna drink the Screaming Orgasm again, which i think is plain stupid to pay the price for a much unsatisfying amount of cocktail. No doubt, it is honestly as orgasmic as its name. Vodka, Baileys, Milk and one more yummy thing that I can’t remember.
Or screw that, we can have on tap beers or countless glasses of white wine.
Munching on fries, feeding you their lovely Fugdy Chocolate Brownie.
We can do all that whilst listening to the 2 brilliant guys on just guitars and voices.
Staring at your eyes, while you staring at mine.
Smiling sheepishly, stroking and feeling your warm skin at the back of hand.
Falling in love all over again. (Ravishing you in the end. HEHEHE.)
Let’s keep on having dates like it’s our first.
Thank you for being my best of friend, love.
PS You may not mean anything to anyone, but you’re everything to me.
Oh take me back to the start.
S
xxx
