Zest
To a boring and pathetic life, she added flavour. A flavour so rich and sinful one could not bear to stop tasting.
She was the stars in his sky, the flowers to his plant, the words to his book.
There was nothing more or less that she would give him - always the right dosage, always sustaining his addiction to her presence. It wasn't much to anyone, but the way she brought colour to his life was simply magnificent.
It was a taste of heaven that he would kill for, just for more. Just for that little bit more of her.