"Hello, my darling. So I was reading this book of worldwide poetry you left me - what a delightful way to learn more about this plane and you're exceedingly clever to have thought of it - when I stumbled upon this one and I just needed to share it with you."

The sound of movement through water, the clink of glass upon granite; Liliana was in her bathtub again, enjoying a bottle of wine, probably something light and sweet if Ignis were to guess (and guess correctly). The turn of a page, a soft hum as Liliana looked for what she wanted.

"Hunger, by Tejiro
There’s a scent in the air
Cinnamon, allspice and honey…
Or is that… molasses?
You’d think by now I could
easily identify that particular aroma…

I’ve tasted that aphrodisiac
so many times before
You, in my lungs
imprinted on my soul

I’ve inhaled and tasted
you ‘til I was dizzy
and wasted no opportunity
because the need of you
has taken me over
I have felt it many times
the need for more…

I have licked
and sucked
and bitten my way
from earlobe to
clavicle
Pectoralis major
and aureole
sternum
to obliques
and iliac crest…
Rectus abdominus
Transverse
to umbilicus
Skin smooth as satin,
meets silk covered steel
You have done the same
from jaw to aereole
Until I your touch
was all that was real

I know that scent
I feel that growl
in my heart and in yours
It’s a need never sated
food for our hearts

A hunger of our souls"

More movement through water as the book was closed and the glass lifted for an almost-inaudible sip.

"Enjoy your vacation, darling."