The Art of Hand Sex

Embarrassment. She knew it as a noun. She'd known it as an emotion before. She'd known it at different temperatures; hot, warm, mild. She'd known it as the colour that flooded her cheeks at the worst of times; blood red, magenta, rose. She'd known it as an ache in her heart. She'd known it as hot tears on her cheeks and on the tip of her nose. She'd known it as words that she'd let fall off of the tip of her tongue.

Dare you enter into the dark abyss of my consciousness?