The Unknown Emotion

I believe in a long, prolonged, derangement of the senses in order to obtain the unknown.
Jim Morrison


Touch. His hand becomes entangled with in mine, the shiver runs all the way up my arm and into my shoulders. It feels as if somebody is gently tickling me with the end of a feather. From there it runs all the way down my back, and back up to my shoulders. With his strong arms around me, I feel as if my chest is full of pressure. I can feel my blood rushing from the closeness of him, and my stomach becomes full of wild butterflies that seem to have just taken a hit of speed. The butterflies are trapped, and they are trying to come out. I want them out as much as they want to be let out, but there is no way to get them out. The butterflies continue to push and pound against my insides. When he whispers in my ear, the tingle runs through my body like a lightning bolt, unstoppable. After this I try to breathe normally, but my breathing increases tremendously, as well as the swarming of the butterflies. I can feel the red liquid in my veins running through my body. When he places his hand upon my face, the warmth and tenderness of his heart, cause my body temperature to increase at least 2 degrees. I can feel the moisture that was stored up within my hands, begin to seep out. My hands become sticky from the combination of my hand lotion, and the moisture.
Sight. His beautiful brown eyes stare into mine. The sparkle from his eyes blinds me from everything else in my view, but the vision of him remains intact. I can see the slight lift of his eyebrow, which tells me the story of his love for me. I watch his face transform as he begins to smile. Anything could happen around me, and I still would only be focused on him and his beauty.
Taste. When he places his lips upon mine, the taste that was previously in my mouth becomes extinct, and the tastes of his lips take over my taste buds. My taste buds surrender to the passion of his kiss. I can taste the spark of the chemistry that I and he produced. His kiss tastes like sweet apple pie that was made from the sweetest of apples. Fresh, warm, and filling, I can’t get enough.
Smell. The air around me smells of freshness, like the earth after a heavy rainfall. I can smell bits and pieces of his cologne, and they tickle my nose as each hair stands up to try to catch the smell as it passes by. His cologne must be a mixture of some sort of passion fruit, and a strong amount of pine. A scent of femininity, the passion fruit, is taken over by the strong scent of masculinity, the pine. With every inhale, my nose becomes more wanting, and needing, like a drug.
Hearing. I can hear each one of his breaths form in his lungs and exit from his mouth and nose. It gets louder, and louder, as I get closer. His breathing plays a rhythm in my ear, which becomes my favorite tune every time. When he whispers softer, the air from his mouth vibrates my ear drum in the most sensitive way, causing the tingle down my neck, and through out my entire body. His whisper puts me in a state of relaxation, as the rain on my window does late at night.



Thought. The reactions from the other five senses collide at the spinal cord which produces a spark large enough to cause a fire. The fire travels up my spinal cord as a fuse and heads straight to my brain, which acts as the bomb. When the fuse hits the bomb, the explosion causes a chain reaction of fireworks to occur. The fireworks produce a thick smoke that clouds my vision of reality and sends me to a land of fantasy. He and I run across the field of roses, hand in hand, beneath the cloudless night sky. With the moon on our backs, we run towards the unknown, that we know is our reality, but intense enough to be our fantasy. With the help of touch, sight, taste, smell, and hearing, thought, the sixth sense finally discovers one of the unknowns, love.