Liquid

Mea Culpa

His love was like liquid, thick with elixir, a hot potion so potent that senses were dented, it coursed through veins left brightly untamed, like the inhaled smokes of tip toeing ghosts, burning like fire, raging higher & higher, I drank & I gulped, it was entirely my fault.

Cheers to all that

I drowned in the vat.