The butterflies I get when someone special slides their hand into mine, fingers entwining caressing, just that simple little touch, the electricity, heart racing, mouth dry, praying your palms don't get sweaty.
Then resting my head on a shoulder that makes me feel safe and secure, feeling an arm wrap around me, nuzzling my head into his neck kissing, biting, sucking, until his head tips downwards, lips meet lips softly at first then more intensely..
Even when I've learnt every inch of him, every little line on his hand, every freckle I still get the butterflies.
Snuggling up under the stars somewhere, nothing needs to be said or done, just a hand touching a hand, maybe my head resting on his chest.
I miss feeling that close to someone.