Fluid feelings

My love is a glass of fine red wine. That settles luxuriously on my tongue, slipping down my throat and warming my entire being. A tingling sensation washing over me.

Happiness, is champagne. Sweet bubbles dancing in my mouth, swirling and jumping. Leaving my cheeks flushed.

Sorrow burns my eyes and stings my lips with it’s sour pulpy juice. Lemon aid, unsweetened with a bitter rind and hidden seeds.

My anger pours forth Black, hot, steaming. Strong and thick, pungent coffee.

A tall cool glass of water, calm and peace, tranquility.