There was a spark, a crackle, the first time they met

Her heart soared, vibrantly pulsating

Lips parted, cheeks flushed, eyes a-glister, passion on show.

A rush of oxytocin.

He, on the other hand, was purple faced

vulnerable – not for the last time.

Altrical, he balled his fists, screwed up his face and bellowed.

Vernix covered and demanding, he was quite,

quite perfect.

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