My Favourite Drink

You were like my wine
I would thirst, drink, get drunk and fall in love with you…
You were one I could call up –
Slake my thirst, that’s how I wouldn’t keep my anticipation any longer
I would give in.

God, sometimes it was impossible to read this man…
…he was just like my wine, getting finer by minute.
I was in danger. I’d lose myself to him
… but my body would always shudder in response.
I’d admit he unleashes a flurry of goosebumps and a clench of need~