Obsessed

She's no longer here, but my desire for her remains stronger than ever. I crave every part of her exquisite form. From her immaculate fair skin, to the flavor of her kiss, the scent of her hair, and the perfect way she complemented my embrace – nothing compares to the bliss she brought me. Even after three years have passed, I have not been able to release my grip on her, nor the passionate entanglements we shared. While attempting to pursue connections with others, she continuously occupies my thoughts. Left with only memories, I increasingly indulge in the archived erotic footage of our past encounters. I am aware that I should halt this habit, yet the compulsion prevails. Anna, you are sorely missed.