Psychic secretions manifest physically, tracing a path I long for him to explore.
My Pavlovian responses startle even me.
Fantasy intertwined with reality - both jostling for control over the conscious
My sub-conscious already lost.
My Pavlovian bell - a simple beep from my phone.
Message in, flights of fantasy quicken my reach.
My psychic secretions a dam of fluid emotions threaten to overflow sweeping away sense and sensibility.
And he has not touched me.