Ah, the heart sings and leaps at words typed and cybered to my inbox.
Ah, the mind works hard to pre-interpret my own prose before I press send - be suggestive yet safe.
Ah, the symbolism of the first 'X' received in an email farewell.
Ah, the meaning behind a speedy reply.
Wrap me in your words and clever sentences. Let me lick you with my use of adjectives.
This feels different. Let it be different. Let the delicious soup come to the boil exceedingly slowly. Don't burn it.
Removing metaphors and being plain as a cheese sandwich - my heart is actually beating faster and feels pleasantly swollen. It seems no creative license was taken when the first writer described the organ of the heart being linked to romance.