Aura
My face flushes and tingles as I near your presence, encountering that
unnameable feeling, giving off a palpable buzz of joy, an almost electric field that causes the hairs on my arms to stiffen like soldiers coming to attention
My muscles tense in anticipation, like a boxer about to take a liver shot
with the possibility that your hand might brush mine; if you should reach out and touch my face, I'd surely reel and stumble, perhaps even fall
If sex had a flavor, it would be the taste of your skin. If it had a scent, it would be the smell of your hair on this sweet summer's day. If it had a sound, it would be your impossibly feminine laugh.
Desire; yearning and pulling on my mind until it can think of nothing else
but breathing in the sweet, shiny, sparkling atmosphere that surrounds the glowing super nova that is you.
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