If this is a dream I don't ever want to wake up.
There was something about her, something I felt as she lured me in with her vodka-cigarette-cherry breath. She was like an angry wave, attacking at the shore. She was my euphoria and I was never ever letting go. It was something about her snaking hips and the way that they always pulled me in, her lucid voice whispering sweet nothings into my ears. I was a piece in her game, and man, I was so far gone I don't think I'll ever be back.