I Have Thoughts That Keep Me Up At Night

What did you feel when you were with me?
I want to know.
Did your heart pound against your chest from the excitement of my fingertips against your skin?
Did your chest rise and fall?
Heavy.
As you gasped for breath, attempting to hold back the exhilaration that came from my lips on yours?
Did your cheeks flush from the hot-blooded heat that burned between us?
Was it an illusion?
Was I the only one engulfed in flame?
Passion.
Was there anything you felt at all?