Addicted...

Save logic or realism for another relationship. This 'us' is pure fantasy, an escape... or as we like to call it "an oasis of solace." Our sexual chemistry is off the hook... the sex is intense, mind-blowing, and freeing. However, though we are good friends, the reality is that the man is not sweet on me. Though he makes my body sing playing me better than his bass guitar, he's not willing to be the one who makes my heart smile. And thus, with that limitation, he becomes simply a drug, and though, I hate to admit it... I've been a user.