The Man I Love With All My Heart

I have fallen head over heels in love with a bartender named George. George smells of charisma and rum. The best pina colada comes from George's skilled hands when he shakes it shakes it shakes it to the reggae beat for me. When I slip him a tip, George makes love to my hand. But he will only cater to my every whim between the hours of eight to close. I sit at the end of his bar with a fist full of dollars, empty as the steal drums that beat in my chest.