A Fifth of Amaretto & Honey for the 555th Time

I’m lost in you, again: sleepyhead.

I know the only reason you fall asleep as quickly as I do, is something within your own power.

Your arms streamed strongly across what’s mine, wrapping me up like some candy wrapper, and you called me sweet. Overly.

I suppose this constitutes that I am indeed, a menace.

You offered the confirmation.