the passion fruitness pineapple orange trickles of moisture drip down as the straw stands tall in a represention of piza relaxing my white throat covered in night resude healing my sadness water is now moisture must put out the fire watching out for the splash turning the liquid black not white (not a rapist - vegan) too hot to touch too hot to taste stirring its inside out grasping the handle gently taking in the wonderful smell whisperingly i blow reaching in for a first taste rejected with a firing fury hurting so bad to taste the pain going to take some time before trying another attempt affraid of the pain that faces smoking in swirls of motion heart is ever so pounding needing it, can't wait ahhhhhh..... what a sensation sweet like candy feeling so good having you in my hand for a wonderful taste when choosing needing you to fullfil my day without you weakness trembles holding me up as my crutch listeing to my every word giving me all you have loving me as i am loving you sadness comes when you go drinking every last bit needing more coffee