There are few things on this earth that are as intoxicating as the scent of a woman.

So I was kneeling behind the chair while Portishead played mournfully in the back ground, gently rubbing the steel cords in her shoulders and soaking up her intoxicating scent. Feeling her body tremble under my touch, seduced by her soft moans. I feel like an heroin addict given a taste of the liquid lightning, yearning for more, anything� more.

*screams*

-G