your skin is velvet, soft beneath my quivering touch, too nervous, or lack of the warm, earthy caffeine that I’ve gotten too used to? you taste like passion and berries, hibiscus, silk among my tastebuds and lips, they’ve never experienced something so enthralling. you sound like a waterfall, strong, beautiful, triumphant, jumping over the edge. the edge of literal glory, and I’m really truly hanging onto you. as the water of your voice gushes over the edge, we jump with it and plummet into the darkness of perfection and satisfaction.