Slave to Strong Drink

The Look - across a distance, whether it be a crowded room or simply an
empty street. This look pulls one in, urging one to taste of the sweetness.
The sheer beauty of the container is enough to get one high, with a mixture
of alabaster, steel blue, and black as the soul of Arawn.

The Voice - brings one closer, as the sound is soft and subtle. The
gentleness of it is much like a magnet, urging one to lean in closer. The
words that come to mind and the words spoken are enough to make one want
more, with it's teasing, taunting, and perfect yet deadly blend.

The Touch - closeness in physical form, as the body relishes the new
sensation. The energy of it is electrifying, urging one to caress its
form. The shiver of delight that strokes the body is enough to raise tiny
bumps, with its whispers, its promises, and its desire to be drank in.

The Kiss - sends one to exstacy, as complete subdual to it overcomes the
connoisseur. The waves of thirst overcome, urging one to be completely
consumed. The jolt of pure pleasure that pulsates is enough to send one
spiraling, causing animalistic, primal, barbaric instincts so strong one
feels drunk.

One can refer to this woman as...a strong drink.

AEM - 1998

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