She was there in his room again. But he didn't care. She was his at night and he wouldn't give that up for anything.

Excitement….

He watched her swagger towards him, hips swaying in a hypnotic fashion. Closer and closer she came to him. His thoughts bounced around his head as the possible outcomes played in his mind.

Anticipation…

By the time she made to his bed he practically shivered with longing. He wanted her so badly. He would never breathe again as long as she was by his side. She was his meth, his only drug.

Addiction…

She lowered herself onto his bed and stared into his eyes. He saw the passion in her eyes. But in a moment it was gone as she latched her lips firmly onto his. Who knew heaven could be so wrong?

Passion…

At the moment of contact each were shocked by the intensity of their lips but they plundered ahead. H mapped the crevices of her mouth like a desperate man dying of thirst.

Spark…

Their tongues battled for dominance in a war that was sure to never end. He gripped her head for deeper access and she granted him. He was burning alive…. and he loved it.

Fire….

In an instant the kisses sweetened and they set a slow leisurely pace. He poured every ounce of his love into those short but meaningful kisses.

Loving…

And with a start he woke up his dream fading like the last dying embers of a fire. She was his but only in the night.

Disappointment…