And now for something completely different...

My tongue is aching dry,

My throat is hot,

My mind is racing as I fantasize

About your dark, crisp liquid,

Hydrating me, giving me new life.

Convinced that you are the cure for such thirst

That I can't seem to quench,

I let you trickle down my throat until

You intoxicate me.

Making me feel wild with ignorant passion

As you slip into every corner of my mind,

You flood my senses.

At the end of the night

I manipulate the strong crystal-clear glass,

Forcing every last drop into my mouth.

Tasting your words

Undressing myself of inhibitions

I lick you off my lips until you quench my thirst.

And it is wonderful

Until sunrise.

Then it becomes unclear as to why

I insist on drinking you in.