There are days where words are simply not enough, days where my voice falls silent and short, where my mouth craves a unique expression of its lust, where my lips and tongue yearn to mark and inscribe with the hot liquid language of my desire.
There are days where words are simply not required, days where my skin seeks out his flesh, sweat and come, my fingers trailing the path of their want, my legs enfolding the form of their passion, my heat fusing with the lover of my dreams.
There are days where words are simply not important, days where my body calls to hear its own truth, where I long for the sounds of our grinding and thrusting, the echoes of cries guttural and soft, the music of a dance beyond measure.
And then there are days, there are nights, there are weeks, where words of the sweetest perfection live simply in his gaze, in his touch, in his kiss, in his speechless presence and breathless ardour.
I read this several times, and I'm speechless! Sigh!
Again… *sigh….
I wish I had days like that too!!
There is a language that requires no words.
Body language.
A more wonderful form of communication I do not know, and it seems you are fluent in such ways.
Beautiful xx
He that is so fortunate to occupy your dreams must be a lucky one. Like everyone else that has spoken already… *sigh! (intermixed with a slight moan/groan)
Frenchy, Os and Dewey: The sweet sound of three of you sighing (and moaning, groaning) is enough to make this girl swoon and sigh breathlessly in return…
(And I certainly hope he thinks himself fortunate, Dewberry.)
Spring Flower: I suspect you already do, or will very shortly, lovely…
JM: I couldn't agree with you more. The language of the body, the verse and prose and poetry spoken by desiring flesh is unmatched in its beauty. Thank you…
xxxxx
I like this. Alot. You sum up those heady days so succinctly. Thank you x
I'm so happy to hear I summed up and tapped into your own desire as well as my own, Grace. And welcome… x