I Call Her Bubbles

I hope this doesn't infringe on any copyrights/trademarks. Not my intention anyway.

Oh my, aren't you a precious thing
just by the looks of you
I know I have to get to know you better.
It's almost as if I can see right through you
but it's a facade
the lure you put out
an enticing bait.
You're here to strip me from my mental bearings
and have me gobble down
your sweetness.
Oh, how delusional
you can make the thirstiest of men.
And thirsty we are,
all craving the same thing
the thing you can provide.
We can't have it enough
we want it
we will always want it
over and over
and over
again.
Your curves are unreal
almost as if they're carved
by Cupid's amorous heart itself.
How could anyone resist,
tell me
for you have enslaved me already.
My invisible shackles
are as heavy as the hands
they confine.
I hold you
close.
The little droplets of water
surfing down your skin
make me crazy of desire.
I'm sorry my love,
I must do it, again.
With a quick twist
her neck is snapped
and I keep turning
and turning
until her head falls off.
Funny, how the red,
does not even look like blood.
I still hold her
close
my decapitated love.
Like a vampire
I wrap my mouth around her neck
and pour herself
into me.
Quickly, I dispose of the carcass
leave her in some unnamed grave
only to go and find
another love again.
For I am still thirsty
and there are many more
like her.
Because,
you know,
always Coca-Cola.