Words about Words

They weave a very particular spell, those words of his. Quite unlike any others, they wind themselves into and through my body. Sliding, slithering, caressing, tickling. Ablaze, my body becomes pure sensation. Hungry, yearning, open. Ready. Willing.

With each passing word, each passing day, I find myself wanting. Wanting more. Wanting to be her. Wanting to be the woman who inspires his force, his passion, his reflections.

I know I am not alone. I know there are countless others communing with the page, consuming in the light, devouring in the dark, desirous of the very same.

So I sit and read and yearn and ache while feeling the words. Feeling up his words as if a body laid bare for the taking.

And when I am sated I wonder if my words will ever have that effect. On him.

I live and hope and dream.

  1. Marcus Myself 2011.04.05 2:18pm

    Amazing. I see you do understand my plight after all. You have written the words I have longed to write to you. This is what I have been feeling. I can sigh now, knowing that on some level you do understand the exact nature of my need.

  2. Cheeky Minx 2011.04.07 3:09am

    Since I've come into contact with writers, with words, with sensations that continue to alter the way I feel and think and live, how could I not understand that need? In the end, I'm very grateful I've been able to touch you in this way, Marcus…

  3. Ian S 2015.08.26 9:27pm

    Sorry to go back to the beginning, here. Then again, there does always need to be some sort of start. I definitely like the thought of you being completely open. Some dreams simply need to come true. Words can be so powerful. Especially, when they happen to coordinate with actions. It is this beauty which has the power to inflame the most intense infernos within our illicit imaginations.

    • Cheeky Minx 2015.09.05 6:32pm

      There’s absolutely no need to apologise, Ian. I’m truly honoured that you’ve been tempted back to the humble nascence of Love Hate Sex Cake.

      Again we’re in agreement about the power of language. The site was born as a result of the intensity of words – their force, their torrent would wake me in the middle of the night, begging to be written. And eventually shared.

      When you think about it, that’s quite the vision and dream – finding an outlet for thoughts and desires and connecting with like-minded people from all over the globe.

      Thank you so much for reminding me of my beginnings and helping me keep the dream alive…