Longing For A Drink – And Humiliation

There you are again... sitting on the floor next to me... disregarded and hoping for a tinge of attention... pathetic! I know you observe me as I sit there, texting on my phone, liking my cigarette - watching every movement of my lips, and eyes... but something else caught your attention, right? The bottle on the table? Yes, I know youre longing to taste it... why dont you take a sip? Refined with ash from my cigarette? And the cigarette butt? Youre going to drink it anyway, wont you? You know you want it... and need it... and you dont care that I used the glass as my ash-pot, do you?! Maybe Ill deep-throat the smoke and ash into your face?! Maybe burn you with the peak of the cigarette? I know youd even enjoy that... pathetic... but you cant help it, can you loser?!