Found, of all things, a Myspace post from half a dozen years ago. This is why I don’t get ‘artistic’ very often any more:

Building, surrounding me and playing whispering fingertips across my skin, soft to soft.  Comb my hair and twist each curling tendril on a hand made of one thousand gasping breaths.  Rush over my face and cause round cheeks to turn rosy and rosy lips to curve, brushing from temple and under jaw, across the pulse at my throat to pull lightly and restlessly at my collar.  See my face lift to greet you, head thrown back and eyes shut tight.  Feel the long, deep breath drawing you in.  Mingle and merge within me.  You’ve become part of me.  I slowly exhale, and I am part of the wind.

Heh. Anyways, new post pending: life’s been good, though busy!

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