Littered Instincts (day 1072) May 1, 2014May 2, 2014 ned lust, photograph, poem a day This is my littered personality, My inability to comprehend. Touching fingertips delicately – Lubricated fingertips – That have dipped and swooned. And you came to me, big eyes. Licking at my salty shoulders Feline & instinctual. And cupping.