The apothecary handed me a list of ingredients to make-up my kinda gal today, ’cause I said I wanted a real suga, one kick-ass minx that would make my bananas go gaga all night.
I lingered in his office earlier after my quickie check-up. He gave me my medication pills for my dis-ease, but I felt that they have never been enough. I am always comfortable feeling uncomfortable. That’s why I need a gal to keep me up in company, baby, up all night long.
Oh, those luscious lips on my lips brushed against each other – I can just picture her right on my sweet spot with those shimmering eyes gazing right back at mine, her make-up on all perfect. After I left my kitchen counter, with my mixer hit puree for the bag of winter wheat and that pinch of treacle my apothecary handed me just now, I listen to the rattling hurtle my mixer makes while I go hubba hubba and bristle along on my sofabed.
I waited, and waited, ’til it’s pureed, and waited ’til, Oh, I got up ’cause I can’t wait any longer.
Oh, f*ck. I’m missing a wand.
