AJ.

”Shut up, sit down and drink.” It’s not strictly sexual. His hands are around my neck, and around his neck are my arms. Lip to lip, he pours and I drink—Is he a witch? But the color of his eyes is red wine. He grins triumphantly when he sees me drunk from his kisses, and he knows that I want more, more and more.

Like a drunkard longing for a drink, I longed for more of his touch. His low laugh sounded like a bubbling liquid, a drink poured into a crystal glass. And I found my lips looking for his lips feel dry without mine. After another kiss filled with a buzz, a hoarse voice caught my ear. 

”Hungry little kitten, isn’t it?” 

Hungry... Yeah, I’ve been empty for the last few days. Cold and numb; The sky also cries with me.

“I see… I have to look forward to tonight. Because I know you won’t sacrifice your current moment, be a busy man. The only problem is I know that whatever excites you might not last until tonight.” For this, an awkward apology escaped his lips. He only had a little time to enjoy, before he had to leave again to attend to his work. 

I asked him if he would let me drink it in the meantime. 

”Madam, my beautiful lonely girl—” And next, I answered her with a kiss.