He was her bottle of red wine. She didn't take him fast, but she enjoyed him from the first sip. Over time, she tried to separate each and every flavor and appreciate them all. When she was finally done with him, she slept well, peacefully. She awoke wanting more of him, remembering the way he made her feel.
He was her shot of tequila. She contemplated before she tried him, but then she lifted the glass and gulped him down. She took him fast. It burned a little, but before she knew it, he made her feel good, real good. This was temporary. A sick feeling in her stomach and head grew. The next day she was useless. Next time, the offer didn't tempt her. Red wine sounded better.
He was her shot of tequila. She contemplated before she tried him, but then she lifted the glass and gulped him down. She took him fast. It burned a little, but before she knew it, he made her feel good, real good. This was temporary. A sick feeling in her stomach and head grew. The next day she was useless. Next time, the offer didn't tempt her. Red wine sounded better.
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