Two Wishes Too Many

I had two wishes too many, or maybe just to many glasses of whiskey when I caught the eyes beyond dark rims and lifted them to kiss away their pain with my lips... or maybe it was him who kissed the length of my long legs and thus kissed me to death...life...
Life was in shadows when I tasted the taste of gin and her...me mixed in a glass of fantasy and never tasted enough to satisfy ones thirst, thus living to taste him over and over again.
Again and again I succumb to do his bidding, a puppet at his leisure and thus had my way with him.
With him satisfaction was guaranteed, yet satisfaction is never reached.
Reached ever after for just a little more, another shot to numb my cravings and still I wanted more.
Two wishes to many....but he obliged.