Of Doodles and Spur-of-the-Moment Thing

I haven't really cleaned and sorted my stuff in the manner I really wanted to eversince I got back from my almost three-month stint in the US. Sure I kept my stack of souvenirs and photos hidden elsewhere where it won't be considered clutter. There were also receipts of my purchases and of lunches and dinners I've had when I went to NYC and NJ inserted between pages of my planner. But being my obsessive-compulsive self, I know I can do better than that (and I will clean-up one of these days). Nevertheless, I am actually grateful for these so-called clutters in my life for it is in these clutters did I find a note I doodled in one of those amazingly glorious days I had in November...
surreal
timid
giddy
nervous
tremulous
wobbly
chilly
sweet
warm
tender
sensual
pulsating
passionate
swirling thoughts of wanting and desire

and at the end of these random thoughts I wrote:

...where once your touch transformed my body, your love now shapes my soul and being...