Damn you, Man. I wasn't looking for this. I linger on everything I touch because the feeling of your skin lingers in every nerve ending in each finger tip. Electrically intoxicating, a multimedia canvas. Every touch of my tools creates a beautiful combination of reactions. Blisstic high. I leave and my high fades. I'm an empty vessel, an addict feinding for the next fix. I don't know what this is, and I frankly don't care. What I do know is me body craves more. Sir, you've ruined me. My concentration is askew, boundaries have flown out the window... Man, I don't know what to do, I want you.