I spilt my drink

I wait patiently for her. She will eventually cum. A woman lost within her own head. She is ackward and dances clumsily. A drink in her hand to steady her long girth. Occasionally, she alternates her feet to the beat and the crippling heels rest. She is exquisite, the way she looks at me- her eyes pierce my heart. I am forever immobilized. She is immortal; I am not. In time, her devastation will leave me lingering and unsatisfied.