You looked at me and it felt as though someone had turned on a cosmic switch. Uncomplicated and raunchy passion transcending emotion coursed through my veins, demanding fantasies trembling fingers quench the fire. Had I been standing my liquid limbs would have cheated me of composure. Too long I’ve yearned for your touch, wondering if you would explore the abyss of abandonment.

Was it my imagination? I may never know, for my fear of rejection silences the urge to speak.