Admiting I Have a Problem

I drank too much of your face and hair and eyes (YOUR FREAKING EYES!) and now I'm bloated because I drank too much of your lips and neck and little baby shoulder bend and don't forget that sip I took of every nip of skin within a six inch radius of your belly button which was quite refreshing but did not stop me from drinking too much knee and elbow and top of your head and the balls of your feet and your balls and tongue and the three hearty gulps of the palm of your hand that I downed right after I drank too much of your cheeks and hips and I guzzled your toes and your crow's feet and I swilled too much of your temples and the way you grab my head when you kiss and the five fingertips of your manly left hand plus the chug of your calf and your adams apple, ankle, tricep, eyelash, nipple, backside and right thigh and I also had a very tall glass of that sudden gasp of breath you took when you opened up your eyes and now I have to go and pee or burst.