I have never met her.
Yet I can smell her scent on my fingers.
I can hear her laughter. The way it lifts and dances and makes me smile.
I can feel the press of her body, her skin soft against mine, my face buried in her hair, I can imagine how she responds to my touch, the blush in her throat, the quickening of her breath
I can taste her kiss. So vividly that I am running the tip of my tongue over my lips to capture the sweetness.
I can see her eyes, bright, eloquent, shining, luminous. Making me sigh.
I have never met her But if I did I would surely fall