|Was he jack'n tonite, or promising tomorrow|
November 9, 2009
Your words were steamy, magnetic and vibrated through my subconscious, invading my body and stimulating my senses. They flowed effortlessly, like paint on a canvas, creating an irresistible picture of sensual heights and passionate depths. The decadence of your thoughts mesmerized my imagination.
Tantalized by the image your words whispered, the hunger increased. Scorched senses throbbed with anticipation. Writhing with possibilities, I awaited your next words with bated breath. My heartbeat increased with each inhalation.
As you whispered my name then yours, a warm glow began to surround my heart, I felt a tingle of excitement running up the back of my neck. There was rush of energy to my lower body, a shudder of delight that coursed through my entire being.
"You know, I love the way you're whispering to me right now. Your words, still echoing through the hours past. Yesterday it became again today. Tonight, tonight, echoes, echoes"
I write because it connects me to a life I cannot express, to a world which doesn’t listen, to a body that is growing old.