Like eye contact, but worse.

thalia
thalia
Sep 9, 2018 · 1 min read

You make me feel like my autonomic nervous system is putting up every red flag, but romantically.

Like when the first cold breeze after a hot summer brushes your cheeks and your skin tightens, if you make a sudden movement you may obliterate in to a million pieces.

Like when warm breath touches the back of your neck and the goosebumps on your shoulders are screaming something you think may be better left unsaid.

Like passing shoulders, like magnetized finger tips coming almost close enough to touch.

Like the tinging flesh of lips after anticipated kisses, but you’re struggling to remember exactly what it felt like.

Like conversations without words, like flattery without a smile, like a covet without reason.

Like music, like dancing where there is no light.

Like looking down to hide a smirk, like looking to the right to avoid your stare, like I will combust.

Like eye contact, intense and it is yelling, but there are no words.

thalia

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