It is really the things I can taste, touch, feel, smell that get to me the most. On our date I’ll take the time to attend to these senses, for you and for me. In dress, action and the soft words only I know you yearn to hear. The soft brush of my hair across your cheek, the whisper of my soft perfume when I pass, the taste of the heat rising off my skin as you kiss my wrist, the back of my neck…anywhere else.
Before we know it is coming our senses will clutch, grab and submerge us and we will be taken on a ride we couldn’t halt even if we wanted to…and believe me, we won’t want to.
The real world be damned when our senses take us like this.
I will provide the warmth, the soft waiting embrace and the attention to these details; you just simply need to email and convince me you are as much a sensualist as I am.
I ache for you to convince me.