It sits there inert, not moving. But I know it is alert. The moment I feel thirsty, all I need to do is reach out and grab it by its neck. I bring its lips towards mine. As our lips touch, I feel a pleasure like no other. The clear, colorless liquid flows from its depths into my mouth, quenching a deep, desperate desire.
As it empties itself into me, a drop escapes my mouth. It flows down my left cheek, racing towards my neck. As it traverses a course that it cannot control, it leaves behind a cool, refreshing track until it meets the collar of my tee-shirt.
I put the bottle back on the table where it waits, inert, until I call for it again.
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