Rehab is a bedtime story.

Nothing was ever enough with her.

If I was with her I wanted her kiss.  If she kissed me I wanted her tongue.  If I tasted it I wanted her hands. If I felt them I wanted the full length of her body, reckless and warm, pressed against every inch of mine.

I wanted to soak her up like sunshine.

I wanted to wrap myself in her like cashmere.

I wanted to drink her like water.

                  …and then, inevitably, I wanted to drown.