quargoyle

An absent-minded pat Tokenistic reassurance. Stonewall spine lays Where once you would unconsciously cradle and caress as though I were your nocturnal reveries made flesh. Pointed my way, your gaze glazed and languid. Familiarity filling in Where once there were potent twinkling dancing beams drinking in from nooks and folds to expansive undulations with delightful disbelief. She is no longer a deep ferment to be rolled around your tongue no longer savored. You swig habitually from sturdy crockery, it's contents lukewarm commonplace untasted.