Grab a rag, an old sock, anything you can get your grubby little addict hands on- You're about to lose all control for me. You're going to douse the rag with your favorite - there's no going back once you get that first sniff. It's all over your face, it's taking over your mind. I love when you're weak and stupid for me. Stroke after stroke, your mind becomes puddy as I tease you with my curves- you can't stop huffing. I'll take you to the edge then we'll start all over, you'll never get enough. You're all mine now.