Wind and Rain
Jan. 5th, 2005 10:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
omimouseThe wind's been blowing pretty strongly all day. It's been wavering between 59 and 65 F all day. I can smell rain, and spring storms on the air.
It's January, and it smells like spring. More than that, I can feel it in my bones. I feel restless, and full of energy. I'm incredibly, unbelievably horny. I want to run through the woods out back and scream until my throat is raw. I want to have sex until I'm sore; I want to rake nails down the back of a lover until we both scream from it. I want to sing, I want to dance. I want to dig my hands into fresh dirt and twine my fingers through roots. I want to laugh; to cry; to bite and nip and play rough-and-tumble.
I feel more than a little crazy right now.
Either spring is here and early beyond all belief, or there's a storm on it's way and I'm getting storm-crazy.
It's January, and it smells like spring. More than that, I can feel it in my bones. I feel restless, and full of energy. I'm incredibly, unbelievably horny. I want to run through the woods out back and scream until my throat is raw. I want to have sex until I'm sore; I want to rake nails down the back of a lover until we both scream from it. I want to sing, I want to dance. I want to dig my hands into fresh dirt and twine my fingers through roots. I want to laugh; to cry; to bite and nip and play rough-and-tumble.
I feel more than a little crazy right now.
Either spring is here and early beyond all belief, or there's a storm on it's way and I'm getting storm-crazy.
