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Sensations of Love

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Sensations of Love by Adelaide Morgan

Everything we need to know about the world we learn from our five senses; hearing, sight, touch, smell and taste.
My senses also tell me everything I need to know about the man I love every day of my life.

I hear him as he walks around, humming a melody under his breath. His bare feet padding on the floor. He walks around the kitchen, making himself a drink before sitting at the table. I hear him drinking his drink. He gets up and walks around, finding his guitar, before sitting back next to me, strumming quietly as a tune unfolds under his delicate ministrations, the music coming to life through him.

I see him as he paces around backstage before a concert, his body thrumming with energy. He checks his guitar many times, and asks us all continuously if we are all right. I watch him as he pauses, listening to the screams of the fans on the other side of the black curtain, before shredding his nervousness off, and striding confidently onto the stage, the opening notes of a song from his guitar filling the already packed arena.

I feel him tensing as we are sitting in another interview. The muscles in his skin bunching under my fingers. He makes an effort to relax, my mere presence comforting him. He drums his fingers on the table as I robotically answer the same tedious questions from journalists. His eyes dart around the room, taking everything in, narrowing as the interviewer tries to twist my answer, before jumping in to defend me.

I smell the mug of coffee he is cradling in his hands. With him sitting next to me, it mingles with the scent of his after shave, becoming the smell I automatically associate with him. I lean in closer, inhaling deeply of him, the coffee, chocolate, his shampoo, his after shave, everything that is so very him.

I taste his neck as I lean in kissing it, my teeth and tongue playing with his supple skin. He pulls me up, and our lips lock together, his taste flooding me, infiltrating my body, filling the very centre of my being. He tastes so very sweet, so very Daniel, so very mine. My senses overload, and I pull away, filled with the sight of my naked lover whispering my name, his arms around me, his smell and taster forever etched in my memory.


~finis~
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