Thur 12:25 Bashful Cheeks

To be moved by a spontaneous love.  Sudden rushes of pleasure riding through neural networks down across fingertips, registering a simple joy of both a light touch and the growing smile stretching across bashful cheeks.  With our attention directed at the glow that radiates from summer yellows wrapping round sun glazed wrists, we forgo thinking beyond this moment.  Inspired by coy expressions we let the Others gaze guide what is about to become our next infatuation.