There you are, sitting a few chairs down from me, taking in the conversation around you. You pick up your glass with those perfect fragile dainty hands. I wish I were that glass, so I could be held by you, kissed by you as you bring it to your lips. I spill my warmth through your mouth, shooting you with warmth that makes you tingle inside.

I sit stealing glances from time to time weaving in and out of the boring conversation that I