Your fic is so incredibly physical, with so many details. If I have a weakness in my writing it's that I tend to get too cerebral, locked up in the mindset and the lesson and the heart behind the sex, and I forget to make it sensory. But your fic makes me want to sweep through it all and collect body parts and sounds and descriptions and lay them all out to rearrange and someday form my own. I wish your fic were Colorforms, where I could take the words, unstick them from the canvas and just put them down in a different order. But your language is so, so original, blood-warm and the crawl of heat and suspended like light, that such a thing would be blasphemy.

Which all sounds terribly self-centered considering I'm trying to give you a comment on your fic rather than ranting about my own, but the fact is that you very singularly inspire me and give me a goal to shoot toward, and I keep wanting to express my admiration and thanks to you for that.

Your writing is a whole ballet of light and movement and music, and it is magical to read.

I think I'm done. I hope you never are. :D