Obsessive Love

You know who you are....you taunt me with your sashaying down wacker. Your perky spiky hair, talking on the phone, daring me to look in your direction. I want you to dress me... I want to drink cosmos with you while watching endless hour of sex in the city (and I hate that show). I want to have late night phone calls in which we giggle and talk about boys....ohhhhhhh cutest most adorable gay man on earth....why must you be so cruel????