“I have loved to the point of madness; that which is called madness, that which to me, is the only sensible way to love.” -Francoise Sagan
Words that speak to the be-all, end-all importance of that entirely essential must-have, second only to breathing, insatiable aching voracity, that delight-me, entice-me, take-me, consume-me, rile-me-up-and-then-sit-me-back-down in a frenzied heat of hunger, the supreme aim: that of passion.
Find it, use it.
Repeat ad nauseum.
Treat?! You’ll find me tilting me head just like that at the very mention of one. Looks like I’m in fine company.