I hesitate, having an idea. I lead him back upstairs and lock the door behind us, pinning him against it and kissing him violently, "Just get me hyper and energized," I tell him, "That'll help me. It makes me calm down when I do feed."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
What is a poet? An unhappy person who hides deep anguish in his heart, but whose lips are so formed that when the sigh and cry pass through them, it sounds like lovely music. — Søren Kierkegaard, Philosopher & Theologian