Words are not enough. My words are not enough. They pale in the face of yours, in the face of you. They are small, paltry, shamefully inadequate. My mind, it can not tame them, it can not craft them; it can no longer articulate the excess, the intensity, the passion that threatens to consume, to corrupt, to craze.
All that remains, all I have left is my body. This flesh, this blood, this bundle of nerves, this collection of freckles dotted along fair skin. This body. My body. The body that writes my desire. The body that longs to speak its own language, its truth, that aches to merge its nakedness with your own, that begs for your possessing touch, that calls for your seductive kiss, that screams for your sweet invasion, that seeks to know you, know of you, about you, as it has known and written of no other.
Oh, I don't know, I think your words are doing a very good job indeed. The longing and passion is there in every pixel of every word of every phrase.
— PB
I'd say you're words are doing the trick quite nicely.
Such longing…such delicious aching longing….
Ah the longing! Yet the words do it all so well.
You had me at “Words…”
I know what you mean. And yet, you seem to make words say more than I ever can…
PB: If you can feel the passionate longing all the way over there, perhaps the words aren't completely deficient after all…
Riff Dog: I'm very glad you think so, Riff. Although, my word trickiness is nothing compared to your own…
Max: And that ache is so deliciously good…
Frenchy: Oh yes, yes… Thank you, my lovely.
KJK: And you had me at “You…”
Adulterous Letch: Somehow, I knew you were a kindred spirit. As for the words, I may have lucked out…
Love those moments when words cannot suffice….and we attempt to bridge the silence with our body…. but oh, the words, we still search and long for the right words… xo – E.
How right you are, E. Search, we do, for the words, for the bridge, for the delicious dance between the mind and the body, the words and sensation. And the distinctly erotic language they both bring to the floor… xx