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He wasn't what I could call "The man of my dreams"... But I did have dreams about him. About the things he could do to me... I never got to love him, I was addicted to him. Addicted to his lips and the best kisses ever. Addicted to the way he touch me and the places he touch me. Addicted to his smell and the taste of his skin. He wasn't the sweet & romantic, he was pasionate but careless. I could never see a future together but I liked the way we looked together... naked... I liked the view from 'that' mirror on the top... I liked the way my body fit between his hands and the way he fit between my legs. He was pure passion & enjoyed being with him... I enjoyed maybe too much.