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Treasuring Sensation

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Clark Reflection Series Prompt:

Write about a rich sensory experience- a time where you experienced touch, sound, smell, sight, taste.... in a particularly vivid, striking way.

Response: 

The concrete was cool,
But the air was not.
And the air between us was most definitely not.

I don't remember why, but I scooted closer to you.
And I don't remember how but in one swift movement
You pulled me up onto your lap.
I had never felt so light.

Light maybe because your strength made me
Feel so physically small,
But more likely because of the life you breathed into me.

When we kissed for that first time,

It was the feeling of your lips.
They were different.

The feeling of your lips
On my teeth
Because for some silly reason
I just couldn't stop smiling.

With just one inhale,
I breathed all of you in.

Your soul running through my entire body,
Every inch of me, touching you,
Now tingling with air and with life.

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