"Butterflies"

#0087. The trilling hits just at the thought of her. The stomach loops upon itself and he is weightless. She doesn't notice him floating. Maybe she does. The sweat beads up behind his skin. He careens heedlessly inward. There is anxiety in every little moment. Every strand of her hair. A stray eyelash. He is consuming himself. He melts with her every minor movement. He is lost inside of her.