acid trip

I met the devil last night
we danced and laughed and we drank our sorrows until our breaths reeked of Hennessy.
I let him touch under my skirt and kiss my lips, caress my breasts and let him put his slick tongue on my nipples.
he tastes like sin and paradise mixed in a deadly drink that I couldn't stop sipping.  
his skin so perfectly smooth with lips that made my anatomy quiver. I want him.
I had a taste of temptation and I feel so dirty but I need him.
his hands grip my body like his life depends on it, I've never been so wet. I dripped for him effortlessly, he licked every part of my body.
every corner of my soul vibrates for him, every cell feels connected to his body, my body functions for him.
He's my acid trip and I'm losing grip of what's reality and fantasy.