Every time he’s near,
the world sharpens—
everything around us blurs,
and I feel the heat of him
without even touching.

His presence is an electric spark,
igniting something wild inside me,
like the rush of a storm
that I can’t chase or avoid.
I catch the flicker in his eyes,
that silent, knowing look,
and I wonder if he feels it too—
the way my body responds
without a single word.

His laugh,
low and rich,
reaches deep in me,
pulling strings I didn’t know existed.
I ache to hear it more,
to feel it reverberate against my skin,
to see how close we can get
before it all becomes too much to hold.