Flipping through cash, I set a large portion aside. 

Feeling almost reluctant to seemingly waste so much        

      for a woman I hardly know.

..I never understood the pleasure people gained by  

      simply holding tightly on obscure strangers.

Not until I met her.

Her warmth, her lavender scent, her gentle embrace.

For hours we would stay still, huddled in our own                   

      little world.

Nearly suffocating underneath her layered blankets.

Encased within a steady dull heat.

There I lay..

Enveloped, enraptured, captivated.

Dearly smitten with the mere idea of being close to

      another. 

A part of me felt ashamed, guilty for craving

      intimacy from an outsider.

But time after time I found my way back to her,     

      drowning in the guilty pleasure of love from a perfect foreign strange.

Ensnared in her delicate traces of beauty.

And after each session I ambled home, 

The ache in my heart a little less prominent.. and 

      my wallet a little more empty.