The slightest breeze is a gale force, pushing me closer to the warmth of her skin. My intent to avoid her; to avoid any contact is laughable. There is an energy there so fierce and alive. She is an inferno and I am the air, pulled ever closer towards being consumed. The glint of teeth behind her lips. They part, revealing a smile of pure starlight. And I am blinded. Her hair cascades across her shoulders down to the pillow, like a restless song. Every curve of her form so fatal to the unwary driver. I slam desperately on the brakes, but they do nothing. I yank the wheel over hard, but only spin more out of control. Every bit of this woman is a danger. Every ounce of her blood is a potion meant to enslave me. I fall deeply under her spell, fall deeply into her embrace. The peace I endure when she encircles me with those legs, the pain I forget when I kiss her neck, over and over it is too unreal. I forget myself in her, I find myself with her. If only I knew her name, if only she was less than everything. If only I held her once before I loved her. If only I knew better than to fall at all. This loss of control promises a tremendous crash. I know I’ll walk away from the wreckage, I just wonder how many new scars I’ll carry with me.