Every moment is overwhelmed by visceral sensations unacknowledged, unnoticed this is my ode to a few.

Socks around my ankles, elastic pressing my skin so gently like my hair and body tickled by soft air motioning by. A few hairs swing, slide up and down my exposed neck and face.  The skin of my pressed lips tightening and sticking, pushing and pulling.  Eyes dry and longing for each blink. Relief when my lashes press down, my eye lids and skin hug.  The air sucked in is cool in my throat and up my nose. My tongue is so warm so warm like when im sweating under blankets when everything around feels alive with heat, but in my mouth.  I taste my breath it tastes like it smells, it tastes when nothings there.