By Starr star_e@keltia.zzn.com Date: 7 November 1999
I love the quickening I feel when I watch you drink. Wanting to be poart of the amber fluid slipping into your mouth... your throat... and down... Some say that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach What of his soul? I want to be like a fever in your blood, a fever you can't shake. A need you feel in your gut. I want you to taste me on your lips, and beg for seconds. Eat me alive.