Fizz and spark, he’s golden,
A High End Champagne. Let me taste you
And drink you up, for as long as you're standing,
I’m watching, I'm waiting.

 

Pop on soft tongue,
Lips they want to smooth down
And sip from.
One woman can't take as much as one man,
Surely.

 

You don’t want to be their wine, do you?
Even with the haze you induce
(A stupor most candid to even the placid)
I can see through you. Your eyes tell me

 

You want to be human,
And seen as a man,
Not as a pathway
For drunkards to sway
On-route to their deathbeds.

 

Though I want that for you, truly,
I also want to drink you,
A high-end Champagne -
Because you're golden, fizz and spark.