Thinking about wings. Girls with soft wings......
Oh to hug your beloved with all your limbs, and for them to return the guesture. A big awkward double burrito of winged creature...
To drape them around yourself, both a cloak to protect you and limbs to bear you aloft as needed. To playfully poke and prod with the little claw at the thumb-tip. To stretch them in the light of the morning, feel them unfurl behind you, majestic.
To feel the wind blow over them, to fold them compact behind you as you rest. The sensitive spots where they root at your back, just waiting for a gentle massage.
They're more than just ornaments that carry you aloft. They're a part of you, as much as your other limbs. And like your arms, you reach out with them, into the world...
