sip of love

i had a little sip of love* {to fill in my cracks}
*affectionate cuddling, if you will

 already the smooth luster of hydration is giving way. chips and infinitesimal cracks are spreading as the ounce of love evaporates.
 
i can't help but feel that a big gulp of love would do well to hold me over, until i come to the watering hole.
and who doesn't love to be quenched by love?

inevitably, i'll be thirsty again.

so, i ask, is it better to be eternally and ignorantly parched and never taste of love?

or should i give in to a drip here and another drip there to be reminded of my thirst?