Tuyet

[Instance Noodle]

Oh, how great are the perks of those
In between fingers, soft and slow
When slight passing give to heat
and little movements douse the skin

Just like a farmer who work his hoe
Diligent is the word he sow
Moves from top to bottom side to meet
With great joy, he smile with in

(will edit and add more stuff soon)



Story line:
My half frozen fingers absorb the coldness of the grounded snow. With a swift motion, they dig deep into the mound and raise a handful. Slowly cupping it, patting it, and squeezing it, sometime with great force, into the shape of a ball, watching the sweat bead up and roll down the side as the heat of friction intensify. I work it carefully. Trying to systematically pat down and rub out all of the rough surfaces, making sure that it is perfectly round. Pulling it close to my mouth, making sure that it is where I want it, I breath out slowly, trying my best to transfer as much heat as possible. With my hands continue working, I survey the roundness and smoothness of the object. Happy with what's in my hand, i set out for another perfect sphere. I smile, thinking that the next one should be so easy because I had already conquer the first without much effort. I follow the steps. I cup my hands, pat it, then squeeze it, forcing it slowly to the left, to the right, rolling it around in my palms, feeling it sweating, sometime pulling it closer to force my internal heat into it when I feel that the friction from both my hands are not enough. A few time, when I got close, my desire grew. I want to bite it, chew on it, and feel its texture inside my mouth, between my teeth. But as much as my desire call out, I push it back, deep into my unconsciousness, and resume my work.

[rongcon]

you wrote this?????