Flavorful

He said he has weak taste buds, and his diet is bland. Maybe I’m the taste of chaos he’s craving. You’ll never get bored, baby. I’m always someone different. And in a world where I’m burnt out on flavor, he may just be the serenity to my storm. I need someone like him, the greyscale to my color. Could it be that I have found the one? Maybe there are many for me to still discover. Maybe monogamy is not my style. But damn, I like the idea of something simple for a change. Maybe boredom is the new excitement, when the conflict I’m used to gets old. You’ll never get stale ‘cause you already are. And maybe that’s not a bad thing anymore. After all, my mouth is tired of watering at the taste of something sour. It’s as dry as the Sahara. I need someone to quench my thirst. Maybe you’re like water: tasteless, but vital. God knows I need that. I’ve been sober for months now. Pour me a drink, but this time, of H2O. I must re-hydrate. And it sounds like you should try something new. I promise I’m flavorful enough to overpower your senses.