(Please, approach with caution, this is an erotic prose)
In the adrenaline rush, I am stripped of my flesh and bones, gripped in thoughts of you. Like the beauty of Joni Mitchell’s Blue and ‘the case of you’ of this, I am certain I could drink more. To wait, to taste and savour your liquor, mouth salivating at the thought of getting drunk from adorning and drinking in your beautiful body.
