Warm Feelings

A warmth runs through me.
My blood met by a flame in my heart.
Each beat seems to echo, seems livelier, fuller.
His love reflects in my eyes,
filling everything with its own beauty,
as if each tree or mountain peak
happily celebrates us,
Votes for us.
Sounds are amplified, my heart in my ears.
Vulnerable little pine needles crack, explode.
Each delicate bird seems to sing in an opera.

The river runs down the valley chasing my blood.
Pulse rising proudly with the mountains.
My heart runs wild in my head,
Projecting dreamy images for me to watch.
Each little breeze arouses the fire, I feel the flame grow tall.

Even the tips of my tiny toes tingle.
Pins and needles as I gaze on his faint, blurry face.
His glowing cheeks, his sparkling eyes.
I feel moist.
Warmth all over.
Heated sensation.
Height of sense-ation.