Touch me I tingle

It tingles, a little. Either it does or it doesn't. It has to tingle a bit. In a good way of course. From the area of contact, through the stomach and spreads into every fiber of your being. Sometimes it turns your guts inside out for a millisecond, but most of the time it just relieves a tension, a warmth from the covered or uncovered skin spreads quickly. Instant satisfaction, yet a will for more. But you know it won't happen and that doesn't upset you. It is sweet, the tingle is fulfillment in that very moment. The wish for more is part of the joy, the expectation that follows is part of the enjoyment. It is like fireworks inside and out, but you stay absolute still. Never reveal anything, no sound, no smile, just normal straight face. This charade or act is also part of the exquisite feeling. The miracle of being a human, having contact with other humans is natural and fills you with such a range of feelings in just a two minute conversation - a whole hurricane of emotions can run through your mind and body. It's truly beautiful. Interaction is great, touch and feel is wonderful. What wonder our body is, injection and contracting whenever a certain word is said, a vision is seen, an unexpected touch or even movement - all reactions different in differing situations. And what does it really mean when someone says they feel like jumping, what does jumping feel like? or dancing for that reason? Can one feel any of these things? Associations perhaps, association with previous moments in time, previous experiences. Experiences that had feelings that had been felt before that specific moment, experiences added and made meaning of that experience, that moment. How remarkable we are! The emotion of a word, the feeling of touch upon skin when read on the page, hair standing on one's arm because of the word death. The mystery of the brain, the controller. The Boss.