Mouth open wide,

Skin tied taught,

Salt caked lips,

Parched beyong belief.

.

The body craves water,

The essence of life,

Driving all decisions,

Disabling independent thought.

.

Finite resource,

Ever expanding Population

Heating up our planet

God forbid we ever run out

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Once we taste the nector,

We can take a breath again,

As time slows down,

And blood flow returns.

Time to prepare the trap (thirst trap)