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Alhamdulillah, kalian senang, buCED lega. #1derfulGrinting #uimengajar #guim6 #kutik #strawberrycafe (at Cafe Strawberry)

On your back I trace the letter A. You must sense how my hand's caress travels first along your spine, from the uppermost vertabrae to your waist, and then inclines back again--in languid absent-mindedness until that moment when the lines all intersect and I create, with one sharp motion, a cross of the type that in pre-Christian sects evoked a). insanity and b). commotion. Yes, I know that the body's a locked up safe and I search for its armor's alphabetical chink in all epithelial directions-- for the link of links and the pick of picks--from O to A. For it's just this way, twixt A and O that one finds myth, just as Io escaped from the fly. He first chased her straight and then they backtracked until, having endured manifold tortures She completed a circle with him ... I trace that circle with my nail on your back til O thrObs hOt Over all yOur limbs. Like a blind safecracker in a bank vault in the darkness I gathered all my strength to the very ends of my fingers and at length like Braille, the first martyr to touch, straining I saw that the five points, whose strings I draw are still one less than his gestalt.1 I'm surrounded by some overmuch silly, long and sticky spider web of touch. I fully recognize the figures, but fail to see how my five fingers can direct it--since it seems its elevated ridges comprise a tongue that needs six digits. I do not know which of this language's signs will make your skin resonate down the spine, but I'm ready to try the whole alphabet through all its permutations until I elicit that festive plangent aria: O-o!.. A-a!