My fingers shake as I write this tale of obsession and insanity.  I have to purge these gut wrenching desires from within me if I expect to go forward in a more normal frame of mind.  I look across the room and see her lying there in her pristine white sterility, tempting me like a whore looking for a trick.  I see her roundness complimented by such a slender look that I crave to be gentle with her whenever my fingers touch her. 

Sitting in front of my computer, I cut my eyes to the side and see her still lying in plain view, taunting me to leave what I am doing to come to her.  In my mind, I can feel the tips of my fingers caressing her smooth body, wanting nothing more than to feel her between my lips.  I open my mouth and pant while daydreaming of her smoking taste searing my throat and lungs with soothing heat.  I can taste her mint-flavor that is unique to her as I feel myself drawing her deep into my body.  I know she’ll erupt and burn rapidly if I were to ignite her body.  All I have to do is walk across the room, a mere short sixteen feet to have her in my hands. 

I shake my head, curbing my thoughts as my hands continue to tremble.  Finally, I can stand it no longer, as she continues to tease me with her availability.  I rise rapidly, knocking my chair over in my haste to reach her.  I reach down and wrap my hand around her slender body, crushing her tightly as I turn toward the trashcan.  I feel her destruction coating my hand as I open it and watch the leaves fall from my fingers while I destroy my last Salem cigarette until I again fail to resist the temptation and make that fatal trip to the store to buy more.

 

The End