Sight sound scent taste touch

Pain balance motion time temperature

Sight:

She moves with a swish and sway to her hips that drives him wild, a bounce in her walk that jiggles her breasts with each step. He watches her hair glide like waves crashing over one shoulder, sliding a path that his fingers love to follow. Her brown eyes laugh and crinkle and smile over her shoulder to him as she glides away, her bright red lips making love to laughter.

He cannot help but watch her.

Sound:

Her voice is soft, a songbird trilling in the early morning before the world is awake. Her body plays him like a tightly tuned violin. When she sleeps, her breath purrs and whistles at him. Her laughter catches him at times sharp and leaves him weak. Her steps are the light click click clicks of her heels and metal bracelets jingle jangle as she gestures.

He can hear her when his eyes are closed.

Scent:

She wears expensive perfumes and washes her hair with the scent of her namesake. It is this, the light, clean, soft tendrils of that scent, that wrap around him and pull him towards her. In the curve of her neck is the apple, peach, blackberry pies she bakes for him. The warm scent of hot chocolate is on her skin, the sharp mint and citrus she loves on her mouth.

She leaves her scent along his skin.

Taste:

She tastes of red and green and gold. Cherries flavor her lipstick painted lips and mint is crushed in her soft mouth, where lemon and orange are suckled sweetly to death. Her skin tastes like salt and love and the sweet sweat he leaves her in. He could dine at her body for an eternity and never savor her enough.

He craves her taste upon his tongue.

Touch:

She is the softest obsession he has ever felt. Her skin is pale white rose petals that he slips his fingers down, bruising gently as he presses hard enough to feel her skin along his skin, her atoms mating with his atoms. Her sharp nails leave pain in red and white lines on his skin and her sharp white teeth leave purple bruises that sting to be bitten again.

He cannot ever touch her enough.

Pain:

He leaves bites and scratches and bruises on her skin, and no matter how often she pays him in return, she cannot hurt him enough. His body aches to be used, his heart for the sight, sound, scent, taste, touch of her. He cannot stay away for long; his body and heart are in concurrence of their need.

He aches for her.

Balance:

She throws his world off balance. A laugh is all it takes and suddenly he is knocked off what ever stability he had. His equilibrium centers around her, and when she moves, sighs, shakes her hair his world is lost, pitched tumbling to the floor in a heap of trembling love.

He is off kilter without her.

Motion:

Everything slows when she comes near, before spiraling long hours into brief seconds that will never be enough. The world fades and shifts and blows past around him, but he cannot feel it when she is there. His heart stops and starts and only she can regulate its beating.

She moves the world moves around him.

Time:

He can lose all reality just watching her. Days, hours, minutes, seconds can go by before he remembers to breathe, because he does not need breath but only her. As time paints along her body, he watches reverently every second he has known her, traces her life and his on her skin.

He will live forever in just one moment of her laughter.

Temperature:

He runs hot, his body burning for her. Her soft, cool hands are the only thing can sooth his burning flesh save her wet little tongue and her warm little mouth. Even her ice cold feet are a relief after he has been away. Every part of him burns for any part of her.

She has burned away the rest of the world.

She has ensnared every sense he has.

This, he thinks, must be love.