The crystalline drops I remember with unnatural accuracy. The way they caressed the skin, gently, slowly creating clear trails of liquid mirrors that reflected the surroundings. I envision them still, and immediately fill with passion – with need, the thought alone filling my whole being with the aches of desire. It is my abdomen, however, that begins to feel more determined, pressing outward with immense intensity. It has become so that I can't leave my apartment when it's raining outside. I have to stay indoors in order to keep from losing my head entirely.
