Intoxicated.
The taste lingers on tongue, the smell sticks to bare sweaty skin. The last kiss hangs heavy in recent memory.
Devoured.
The greeting so familiar, the dance so choreographed. The memory of the first kiss stirs passions.
Ecstasy.
The pure pleasure from fingertips, the heat from primal want. The forbidden affair that consumes.
Intimidated.
The intense stares from eyes so blue, the lust that pulsates. The quickened pulse makes breathless.
