The new and silent craving

  I've seen her before, many times... but not like this. I climb up the stairs to see her décolletage beautifully rising from a gown of white that drapes and plunges perfectly. Her dark, chopped hair, edged with a deep purple glaze leaves her bare neck exposed and calling for my lips to fall upon them.  My breath escapes me but I capture the last of it, allowing a simple compliment of her beauty to awkwardly, nervously reveal itself. I hear myself saying more but it's coming from within my head. None of it slips for her ears to witness. I wish they would but this isn't the time.
  She walks by me and I see them. Angel wings inked upon her sculpted back. I've seen them before, many times... but not like this. The low back of her gown allows them to spill out and I watch them wave and sway as she passes. The feathers seem to lift and rustle, as if she wants to take flight but resists exposing herself to the mortals around her.
  I feel a warmth coming from her. I've felt it before, many times... but not like this. Everything else now feels cold and it takes all my strength not to slip my arms around her, place my hands upon her, embrace this heat she emanates and simply get lost in her presence.
I've been in her presence before, many times... but not like this.
What is this?