Said this to my girlfriend, and it stuck.
Being In Love Is Thirsty Business
With every breath I draw in,
your scent enters my nostrils,
enraptures my mouth with a delectable taste
that can only be explained as a feast of affection.
I feel your hips shake under my own,
a sly snake that's slithered into my life
in a matter of days,
yet I can hardly fathom a moment
without you in my heart.
You've clambered into my chest,
torn off all the locks that cover this stone safe,
full of fervent feelings and intense emotions,
the things that make my lips move,
my heart skip a beat,
make me jump to my feet
with a mad need to dance
til my feet drop off the Earth
and I fall into your arms helplessly.
And now that you're a part of my inner workings,
I feel these cogs move smoothly,
this crazed and crooked clock clicking and clacking correctly
for the first time since it was made,
as if created with a careless detachment.
But, unless I oil them daily,
who knows what calamity could strike?
So I'll keep your thirst quenched,
oh glorious girl of mine,
for I know first hand
that being in love is thirsty business.
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