You see, writing is very sexual to me.
It should feel like making love, in my opinion.
Not some spit on it and stick it in kind of fucking, mind you as we barely found time to get your pants down around your ankles.
That's for the supposed superior male poets with the little blue pill to help them get it up.
I need a little more than that.
I want seduction so intense it mixes the senses in a kaleidoscope of neon streaks across your mind.
I want the reader in mid-fuck before they had even realized they were horny.
Headboard shaking, sweaty, violent sex. The kind that makes you feel like you couldn't possibly love another person like this.
Clothes thrown across the room in a design that couldn't possibly be matched again.
So full of passion you are likely to scream anything.
So full of wonder that you begin to pen your own world and tell me what to do.
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