i was in the shower this morning at 7am (okay, more like 7:20am), and, still very tired, was trying to put together a poem about approaching a tree stump and wrapping around it. but quickly, like when you walk by something and move your hips over as you continue, so that your body only yields that small thing (abdomen, hips, ass, privates) instead of actually moving out of the way. and maybe wrapping like maybe you'll not avoid the stump at all, but pull yourself around it. like wrapping your lips around something; i couldn't help thinking of this line from kiss: "then, sex; as he's got me in a hold, i spin around and wrap my lips around his cock. it too tastes like sweat." that a friend who recently read my site pointed me back to.