She is so straight; she doesn’t like drinking alcohol or taking a substance that could alter her chemical composition.
Yet, without saying a word her eyes cause an imbalance that trips my mind to forget words and act like a man out of control.
Swimming in a vat of whiskey I couldn’t be more intoxicated than one taste of her lips leaves me.
It’s like striking a match on the ignition strip when her hands touch me. She doesn’t understand that I’m a dormant volcano suddenly about to erupt with her bare feet in my hands.
And when she does let me have her… I’m swimming in a river of pure ecstasy unable to get enough of the taste of her sweetness all over my lips as she subtly guides my head to get it right so I can feel her whole body twisting and quivering in my grip.
No, she doesn’t like mind altering substances, but she has no idea how addicting she is… or maybe she secretly does, and she loves altering every cell in my body naturally.
