She haunts my dreams. The feel of her against me. The taste of her...I cannot get enough. Her smell. Her hands, in my hair, stroking me, sliding into me, possessing me, until I no longer know, or care, who or what I am. I am hers. Hers to kiss, hers to stroke, hers to touch, hers to own.
This goddess of my dreams....I already know no drug could come close. She is dangerous, addictive, and I am powerless. I am hooked.