With the Body

The words they escape me, elude me, confound me as if language itself has refused me, forbidding my entry, casting me out to the wet and the cold and the shadows, banishing me to the silent periphery, coercing this confrontation not with the mind but instead with the body, with the body, with the body, with its meat and its bones and its blood coursing, pounding, with the body, with my body, with its pulse, its rhythm, its yearnings base, primal and erotic, with this body, with this flesh, with this body I thee worship, with this flesh bare, exposed and hungering, with this flesh lusting, with this flesh needing, with this flesh riven, undone, moments from its devastation, with its flesh that weeps, that seeps, that soaks, that fills the room with my sweet, pungent femininity, with this body, with this flesh, with its desire, with its desire violent, lawless, on this night unendurable, with its desire to be opened, to be revealed, to be savoured and devoured by mouth and tongue and hands and glans thick, hard and burning, with its desire to be touched, to be embraced, to be released and then imprisoned, to be at one with a considered, languid sensuality, with its desire for man, for the power only he can bear upon me, with its desire for man, for him, for you, for you to see me, to look down on me, to drown in my gaze as you sink yourself, wrap yourself, find yourself in, around, about me.

  1. Southern Sir 2012.05.20 1:31pm

    As I walk into the shadows, your scent fills me. Your slightest movement alerts me to your presence.
    My eyes fall upon you, drinking in your delectable body, every curve, your soft flesh, tender and supple.
    Our eyes meet, gazes locked, your soul, your desire, such depth of beauty; passions yet untold. The animal within awakened as my hand reaches out to you, pulling you to me, consuming, feasting with a savage hunger.

  2. Jack and Jill 2012.05.20 5:38pm

    I wish I was the sort of writer who, like Southern Sir, could follow up such a blisteringly-hot piece of writing with a comment that is in and of itself just as exciting and passionate. Alas, all I can do is admire your wordplay.


  3. Anonymous 2012.05.20 6:18pm


  4. Verbose Lothario 2012.05.21 9:56am

    Most articulate post I can remember reading that ever started with “The words they escape me. . .” 🙂

  5. Cheeky Minx 2012.05.22 12:09pm

    Southern Sir: What a truly delectable way to continue this lustful exploration. Thank you for the breathtaking prose, SSir…

    Jack: I think it's safe to say you underestimate the impact of your unique responses and admiration on this minx…

    Anon: Thank you very much – I've always longed to be A grade…

    Verbose Lothario: My writer's block and I are thrilled and humbled you think so… 🙂

  6. both.hands.please 2012.05.28 9:48am

    In, around and about is exactly how your words affect my bloodstream. It courses, although mostly in one direction! (If I could be so cheeky Minx)

  7. Sofia 2012.05.31 4:37am

    oh yes….

    if only I could write like you…

  8. Cheeky Minx 2012.06.05 12:45pm

    both.hands.please: You can always be cheeky, bhp. In fact, I insist on it especially when your blood is flowing in that direction…

    Sofia: Better still, you write like you. Thank you for the dizzying high praise, gorgeous gal…