Saturday, February 20, 2010
Come, sit down and warm your hands while my heart burns.
I can't explain it properly. It was...well, I suppose being tickled is a good simile. It was extreme torment, but at the same time there was immense pleasure. It happened suddenly, and instead of laughing my, insides squirmed and rocked, and a voice in my head said, why not? But I knew why not, and the feeling faded, leaving behind a sweet tasting memory.