A Portrait of Lust.

The electric atoms buzzed in excitement but there were no tell tale signs as she sat still, unmoving, as poised and elegant as a marble statue. There was no physical expression of the beautiful fireworks going off in her mind. But oh, a slight smile, an upturn of the corners of her raspberry lips. The sweetness of her youth permeating the air around her like a fragrant flower, innocently sexual.

The nearness of him teased her body. She wanted so badly to reach out and touch him, any kind of physical contact. She could smell his cologne and it, combined with his natural scent of testosterone, made her feel weak at the knees. He made her heart ache. But somehow it ached in a good way. The sexual tension between them seemed absolutely palatable, the air was thick with sex.