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.