A puff of air fluffs onto my face,
wafts a hint of mint towards me.
The soft moist touch of skin
flickers across my eyelids,
creeps down my cheeks.
dots little pecks on the way.
Firm pressure parts my lips
sensation takes over.
Meeting the Bar at dVerse Poets’ Pub is asking us to write without using our eyes, concentrate on other sens. This was VERY difficult!