The Delightful Feeds the Delighted

We were always delightful at being sexually delighted just by our kisses and touches
I stand naked and frozen with my own fears as crutches
I drive home and wash my skin
Sleep is foreign to me as hurry up and wait for it to kick in
Distracted by how thirsty I am
The thought of whiskey gets me going again, like I used to get when I was thinking of him

-NL