Tingling and Soft
A blush of wind adds a touch of redness to the cheeks.
When the knocks of bamboo are heard outside of a bedroom
it is a silent stir that a watcher enjoys.
Warm breath on the skin of a shoulder.
The mist of a fresh picked garden flower drips unto soil.
The sound of pipes gently hitting each other's unbalanced lengths.
All combinations that make for heavenly second's of hourglass sand.
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