soft  fingers  touch  the  rough  of  skin.   senses  momentarily  numb  and  organs  deaden.   like  a  buck  in  headlights,  hesitation  paralyzes  joints  and  muscles.  analytic  hues  watch  his  behavior.   this  was  a  FORBIDDEN  sensation  for  the  electrodes  weren’t  to  ignite  passion.   they  weren’t  going  to  rive  through  his  clothes  and  take  his  heart.   oh  how  he  FEARED  human  simplicity  ;  just  skin  and  bones.   the  bit  was  over  instantaneously,  just  a  brush  of  hairs  back  into  place.   it  was  afterwards  that  his  heart  started  to  surge  again.   cheeks  were  subtly  fluorescent  and  unreadable  in  the  blurred  lighting.   robert  cleared  his  throat,   ❛   … don’t  TOUCH  me  like  that ━━━    ❜   the  tone  was  gruff  with  sincerity.   ❛   ‘m  not  a  gentle  guy.   ❜  

[ soft ] edition   /   [ shift ] for your muse to move hair off my muses face ; NOT accepting.