Your words do things to me that I don’t understand. I fill up with a feeling that might be guilt, shame or anger and yet my body flushes with a feeling like electricity dancing across my skin. My head feels a bit dazed, like it’s wrapped in cotton wool. There’s a gut wrenching moment where it’s like you’ve scraped out desires I didn’t know I had. Oh and my underwear gets wet, but I’d imagine that’s the least of your concerns.