One taste, and I'm fu(c)ked She's nirvana and passion fused into one, And I'm salivating for another taste. Another caress. Another stolen moment. I'm lost - consumed by the sexual tension flowing between us. She's only supposed to be my personal assistant, but, she's becoming more. So much more it terrifies me. I'm a broken man, but I know she can put me back together. If only it wasn't easier said than done.