Electric.

I thought I could avert my eyes from your face.

It's too late, our eyes have met.

Electric. 

I know

what you are thinking, 

that I am thinking,

that I, am thinking with my body.

It's too late, 

we are animals, 

raw, primal instinct overtakes our minds. 

Intertwined, we find

our bodies thrusting on their own.

Sweat, sultry, sex

You gasped as we came together. 

"... Stop staring at me!"