I do think about you

I pause for a moment to think of you
You that chose me
Saw it fit to add my heart
To your collection of prized possessions
And now I dance to your tune
Confessing my love at every turn
Like a drunkard to his brothers
With a similar eloquence at such levels of intoxication
But oh the irony!
I that wooed you with sweet words and sly advances
Stealing glances and sending smiles at opportune moments
Till you smiled with glee and your face flushed
Now at your mercy
Begging you to press the mouth onto my lips
The mouth of that bottle
That I may drink more of your love.