. How could IEver forget the burningFeeling of yourPungent lullabiesRunning downMy throat?Burning tales,Running on myHungry tongue.Promising myselfEach and everyTime,It was the last…That by the firstSunset ray,When the headacheHit meI would quitYour fantasy world.For good.Yet, stillI’m thirsty andCraving a word playFix.I just long toGet drunk on your Finely picked words,Again.