That glass of water on the table looked very appetizing. The glass was tall and hard, and the water inside was oozing its odorless and tasteless aura. The base was quite girthy, but it was even more girthy at the rim. Beads of water oozed from the rim, and rolled down and left wet streaks of liquid on the thick sides.
Her fingers tapped the rim, and the tip of her finger trailed along the rim, and the glass moaned a bit.
"I am soooo thirsty~" She whispered to the glass. Her breath kissed and fondled the glass, and water droplets gathered on the cold, hard material.
The end.