i try to. sometimes i sit and focus on being a piece of seaweed, floating along and being pushed by the water, ebbing and flowing.
anything deliciously soft. like, Victoria’s Secret sweaters, my furry fleecy blanket, etc
a reddish purple. it’s such a color of passion to me. my last orgasm would be that color for sure.
a weeping willow. i’d want to provide comfort and security with my branches. I’d probably age like any other tree?