internal sense. He watches the plain maiden slowly walk away through the park with a rhythmic "click it ti clock" of her dance. He feels the tip of his manhood inflate in response to this image of a woman simple and quaint. Internally instincts are triggered off by the silent scent of her sexual secretions. Her tendrils of aromatic energy stretch out and softly caress his quiet energy body, fluffing it out to extend towards hers. Without thinking, he starts to walk toward her. He suddenly realizes the vulnerable state of his protrusion and tucks it in an unnoticeable position. The touch shoots a shattering effect upon his body and he quietly exclaims "Holiahhaammm." No time to reason out this unusual sexual arousal. He quickly strides upon her path. He slows to the same pace and rhythm as her walk, to observe.

Before him is the soft movement of paced sensuality. Her legs sway the body in a measured gait. The hips move the motion of infinity, magnetizing his hips to hers. His breath chokes up from the fiery beat generating from the primal forces so long dormant. All he can do is follow. Confused within the man still follows the woman like a hopelessly possessed male, a homosapien with a desperate need to make love. As the pace of the follow increases so does the pounding heat between his legs. This kind of behavior was not him at all. She turns and glides into a store. He follows so discreetly as to be just within the field of her emanating aura.

The smell of fresh herbs and flowery essences rises inside her nostrils, filling her with a feeling of great refresh. She seems to stand in a pure moment, basking in the sensations that arouse her deep maternal oneness with the natural products in the store. In this silent space, which seems to hover right above the movement of time, a tingling shimmer runs down her shoulder and right into her womb. She feels someone looking at her. With a haunting knowlege of every calculated move, from this new discovery she manipulates her muscles in a sensuous way towards the tingle. There, a golden blond man with chiseled features and the twinkling green eyes of a virgin prince staring at her. He is dressed in a fine silk suit; his shoes are worn but newly polished. He cuddles a laptop computer down by his waist in front of his zipper. His hands are long and perfect, without callus or dryness and have the grace of healer's hands. His lips are swollen with thick wet softness. He stands there filling the room with an odd presence, as if not belonging in such a store, but belonging to her. Like x-ray vision her natural insight sees the gentle curve of his shoulders melting strongly from his beautiful neck. His chest is firm with form, begging liquid to be spread upon it. His waist and stomach do not lack attention for form, tight and firm in gentle slopes of strength. His legs are perfectly straight like the secret hidden by the laptop computer. She could detect some sinew shapes of grace as a dancer's legs portray. The fibrous light that seems to reach for her is pink and red with beautiful glowing hues of midnight blue. Her breasts yearn to be caressed by his energy through his hands and lips. She opens her field of energy to allow his to touch her heart. She looks up and gives a little smile.