I can feel him in the pit of my stomach. It’s like this constant commotion that never settles down. In most cases I can control it, but right now my mind lingers to thoughts unknown. I can feel his breath on the nap of my neck and the tickle of my hair elevating as goose bumps run down my spine. Right now my imagination has got the best of me; it skips two spaces and goes straight to go. I’ve been here before, a place filled flooding emotions. If desire had a picture I’m sure it would replace Adonis with an image of him. Maybe it’s the pre-game of cat and a mouse that’s makes it so exciting, or the continuous need of the thrill. He is the reason why I blush to myself when I’m caught in my whirlwind of fantasies. He is the reason when I close my eyes that I play a permanent stream of vivid images with us. I can feel him in the small of back. Like a hand ever so gently placed in a puzzle piece. It’s like the sweetest thing Lauryn Hill ever knew. You know like a kiss on the collarbone. I can hear him whispering “right here” in my right ear as I bite my bottom lip anticipating the result. ………enjoying what I know is coming before it gets there. He is the reason why I stare off in space. He’s become this permanent fixture like a panting you can outline in your dreams. Maybe it’s the way he looks at me, it seems like simple recreation to him. I can feel him touching me, tracing like it’s going to be the final of his art class. With each breath I breathe in the essence of him. I can see us interlocked, breathing as one. He is the reason why every time I walk through a department store a stop at the cologne. He is the reason I get gitty like a sixteen year old school girl with a crush. I can feel him in the tip of fingers, always touching him even when he’s not there. He is the reason why I smile and stop in the middle of my tracks. He excites me. He is unforgettable.