There was no taste like her. She was the 99% of the world we don't know. I was blessed to be in her presence; swamp fog at 6AM, no way to get around me, no way to get through me.
She was a ringing in my ear, but in the range of a spinning disc. I could feel my blood simmer in the cold heat of her speed. She is the sweetest spice I have ever dashed upon my tongue; there, sizzling, then gone, leaving my tongue to burn.