She was a small shot of alcohol that lingers on my lips and tongue as I feel it go down my throat. A sudden surge of heat flows through the body as if something foreign and toxic inadvertently got in. She was coursing through my veins, her scent, her eyes, her touch, everything about her affects my very being. Nullifies my senses and distorts my thinking. I reached out to her, grabbed her purposely as if she belonged only to me. She was addicting, a substance I could not live without, creates fire with every touch we make. Turns me into something I hate and love that shows no resemblance to who I am.