How do I feel, little me with my quiet upbringing? Well, sir...
A medical report:
The subject thinks of you. The subject thinks of THE night.
A strained, tense, tingling sensation undulates in waves through her body.
It dips down to weaken her knees while simultaneously reaching up to wrap about her heart.
It as at this the point the high of arousal is cut short with a heavy stab to the heart and diaphragm, which clenches with a vice grip seizure arresting function with a short intake of breath.
The head clouds with a slow exhale. This will either result in gut wrenching sobs ending in collapse or the subject will become distracted from her thoughts and be able to resume normal activity.
At this time, there is no known cure.
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