He made her feel alive.
His attention was like a spotlight. Intense, vivid, incredibly bright.
It transformed her. Her beauty became breathtaking, her curves more exquisite, her skin softer, clearer, more smooth. She glowed.
It illuminated her and in its radiance she shone back. She blazed with a deep, wild, exotic sensuality. She gleamed with sex. She was dazzling.
It warmed her. Its wild, adoring heat made her special, unique, magical. It lifted her out of the ordinary where she had consigned herself. It raised her onto the high platform of his heady admiration.
It aroused her. It drew out her desire, summoned up her yearning, released the ache that had almost lost itself somewhere in the core of her being…
But she let him go.
Somehow she imagined that the light would stay.
And for a while she did bathe in the dying afterglow.
Then there was only its pale glare in the distance.
Brief flashes touched her skies.
She shivered in the new darkness.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Photo stolen from Jeremy Shane