Burrowed intimately in my own sedacious eclipse, I awake mid day, soaking up our heavy and expected frivolities. As I sip from my cup, the soft silk slithers down my throat. Unable to sustain a direct state of such, it eats at me like a disease. The tingeling heat that wraps around my tired lips, ignites the yearn of more. With each bat of black beneath my eyes, I shiver as I am endowed by everything that it yours.