His aura is brilliant, pulsing from him in powerful waves and gentle whispers. It is bright with his strength and threatens to overcome me with love, understanding, and power. Sometimes it is so tangible that I feel he is right beside me, putting a hand on my shoulder or wrapping an arm around me in a comforting hug.
But what would it be like to stand in front of him, to be on his plane of existence when he offered me his touch? I can imagine the warmth that would seep through my skin right to my bones, threatening to melt me into bliss. I close my eyes and daydream of reaching out to stroke at the fine makings of his robes. It must b