Have you ever picked up a handful of sand and let it run through your fingers. It finds all the spaces that the fortune teller told you would lose money. It runs through your fingers caressing the spaces it finds. I love that. I can watch that happen for hours. Handful after handful, I pick up the sand and feel its cool passage through my fingers. There is no understanding, just the oath, the passage governed by fate. I cannot intervene or really want to because the caress is sweet. Very sweet.
:bravo:
Ya ever done it in a hot tub?
I love that!
I could do that for hours
Well, not in one act.
But if you added up
all the times
I could do it,
it’d be hours.
And there’s no cleanup! 
Not for ME anyway! 
Sah-weet! :lick:
Ya ever done it in a hot tub?
I love that!
I could do that for hours
Well, not in one act.
But if you added up
all the times
I could do it,
it’d be hours.
And there’s no cleanup!
Not for ME anyway!
Sah-weet! :lick:[/quote]
Same same but different.
Yeah. :neutral:
I suggest
you put your writing
in thin columns
if you want
to write poetry. 
A caress
Is a female
Carer.
Wouldn’t that be careress? 
like actor, actoreress?
emperor, emperoress?
tempter, tempteress?
Sure!
Sorry Fox, Foxtress for hijacking your thread, threadress.
Hmm then shouldn’t it be cress. Oh well, you win!
Fox, nice.
Zender, that imagery :no-no: