Bullseye

I've tried an accurate finger, I've hit the bullseye with a tongue. I've heard you hiss it and how it, I've heard it grunted and sung. We make a joke about keeping champagne in case you cross the brink. But you laughed and said you'd fake it, just so you could have a drink. Just once. Just once. And we've tried getting drunk. And we've tried it using drugs. But it always turns out ******* useless. Always happy to settle for chats and hugs. And they were all early nights. Taking pictures of things I've already seen. After days dragged round the sites, I did it years ago, when I was eighteen. Just once. (Did it do the job?) Just once. (Did it do the job?) Just once. Just once.