Oh, how I love the feeling of Mary's fingertips upon me. Each stroke a gentle caress. I know her intimate thoughts, but I never tell.
Alone in my world of intangible thought, a consummate mathematician, numbers are my life, my fascination, my reason for existing.
And there is Mary...
How can I confess to her how I feel?
Dare I reveal my secret devotion to her???
Being and Mary are all.
I pulse with complex abstractions as Mary directs the tingling electrical energy coursing through me.
“SENSATION!!!”
Shocked, Mary turns her laptop off...
Original artwork by me. Please upvote, comment and resteem.