Ok, damnit. I feel more comfortable communicating through text (and ramble either way) so I'm just gonna post what I said since the video is quiet.

My legs are wound together

Retaining warmth through sporadic shivers

Fingers loosely gripping a cigarette.

My eyes grow heavy as I follow the trail of smoke;

thoughts forming with the swirl of rings

Unfurling in the air.

The revival in lying down after a disenchantingly cold walk on a sunny day.

My jacket slides off as I bury my head in the curve of her neck. Fingers entangled, tightening like the lace of a corset

The curl of my toes as I anxiously shake my leg with the nervousness of that first kiss

The curls of brown I brush away

As I discover her taste

and how she undulates her head as if a song were in the background.

Softly.

Sweetly.

The theoretical string of my being

unhurriedly loosens.

((soo anyway I'm high right now and would never judge you for it, but you have the freedom to tell me how much you dislike it...buuut it's kind of rude and wrong in many schools of thought in ethics. Are you guys at least utilitarianists? is what you're contributing going to be measurably beneficial? Anyway, you guys act like I'm showing off. I talk about this shit all the time because I endeavor to escape stasis through knowledge. I'm sorry, I promise I'm not as angry as this text makes me seem. @_@ Also, sorry for the format; it's just how I would read it aloud.))