Untitled - December 07, 2001 Like the feel of silk sheets against soft skin, the words slide against each other in blind patterns that leave us breathless in this sensuous moment. It becomes the first time sunlight touches pale skin; or the last drop of sweat against the junction of neck and shoulders. Like the first snowflake landing on a warm window pane - the perfect form melts quickly into a pool of clarity. -- Based upon the WOTD by Dame Judith -- Sensuous