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I have a confession.

When I smell the scent of Brandy—I cave. The tinge of her skin, I almost feel the dance of her muscles in my embrace, she heats me past fervent desire, I—I can’t hold it anymore.

holding it close, the familiar curve in my palm and I choose which I wish to suckle, she guides with me with the gentle tug, the liquid pouring forth—fireworks! The world turns into dizzying humidity, I—can breathe again! I can fly again! I can run again! She takes me, to numerous heights! I dip my head back to take her fully in, oh, the moan of ecstasy—thank you GOD! You’ve given me Brandy! You’ve given me… you’ve given me life.

—the room returns to grey.

I remember where I am. I look to the glassy frame in front of me. Feeling it in my palm, embracing it.

thank god… I know brandy.