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.
Copyright © David Brown | Year Posted 2014
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