Obsession.

The thought of you.

The brightness of your smile.

The lilt in your voice.

Obsession.

The feel of your arms around me.

The sweetness of your lips.

The warmth of your skin.

Obsession.

The twinkle in your eyes.

The impish grin you sport.

The seductive body language.

Obsession.

The firmness of your breasts.

The smoothness of your thighs.

The heaven that awaits.

Obsession.

The hardness I have.

The velvet embrace.

The two becoming one.

Obsession.

The passionate sex.

The building tension.

The explosive release.

Obsession.

The bliss of afterglow.

The hope of more.

The need of waiting.

Obsession.

The anticipation of seeing you again.

The mischievous thoughts.

The fear of rejection.

Obsession.

The thoughts racing in my brain.

The myriad of endless possibilities.

The pain of my addiction.

Obsession.

You are my drug, my...

Obsession...