As he pulled the creature closer to his lips, He paused. He felt his arms pull away, He felt his throat close. So innocent. So friendly. He felt the creatures cold, silky embrace pine for him to drink. He looked at the creature. Silent. Inanimate, but bubbling with possibilities. He allowed his lips to touch the creature, To kiss the rift at the end of turning back . He sipped. He drank. He guzzled. He drowned in the creature as it caressed an unquenchable thirst. And then the creature was gone. No matter. There are many more. His eyes filled with desire, he took another one, and allowed insatiable need to fill his mind.