Perfection must always be shared. Usually. This is perfection.
There is an intensity.
A wild, glorious, delicious dynamic that sings and hums through every communication. It sparks and crackles across the ether – vibrant, luminous, electric, vital. It radiates heat, it scatters stars, it shivers in the air like a lightning storm.
She can feel it dancing beneath her skin. It makes her nervous, elated, hungry. It fills her body with sensations that are new, exotic, dark, compelling, urgent. She is drawn to him as if metal to a magnet.
He has released something inside her that constricts her throat and curls in her lower belly – a constant yearning for something she has not yet discovered.
She is sure he wants her.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Photo stolen from Julie de Waroquier