Today is warm and unclean, clean but cold. Sweat dripping from the walls of my inner soul pulling and pulsating with the wonderment of a bead of moisture gripping roughly to the softest of lips. Everything is moving; everything is alive and screaming to cultivate into the purest of forms. Nothing will touch this composition of being. Fold and bend around the fabric of life and lust, love and trust; dishonesty and hatred. Never to splinter or ruin, only to flow protecting the greatest of gifts I have bestowed on this world, my dreams. Dare not fear I whisper in a silent hush; the radiance of the light will heat your bare flesh. Stealing the cold in the haze of thunderous carnal pleasures and sweat.