"Bite me like that...."

Just when I thought I had it under control or somehow tricked myself into believing that my feelings had dissipated, they've taken hold of me again.

It was just as innocent as always, a smile here, a teasing there, an observation made.

Then it was the banter. Heavy, suspicious, secret, it keeps out even the most demanding about us and there is no one but us in those moments.

Then it was one move. It was a yoga move. It was a sudden proof that he could do anything I asked of him. And he planted his palms on the floor and shifted his weight onto his forearms and he turned into a crow.

I retaliated by ignoring him, and turned my attentions away. His teasing searched for me and I was so easily swayed. I began looking forward to spending time with him, I'd abandon everything just to spend a few minutes alone with him. I'd brighten when he arrived and gloom over when he departed.

And now he has found another way to torment me, another layer to add to the mix, another sense to evoke. He has begun to wear a cologne that is the most perfect mix I've ever smelled. It is not too much of any one thing: a musk, a sweet, a bitter, a citrus. It is very subtle and soft, almost like something that would suit an older man.

And there in the smelling of it and him mingling was my near demise, I let my eyes close and my nostrils flared and I swooned a bit and I worry that someone saw. It feels like a matter of time before the shatter happens.