touch me backwards

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gentle gently pushing through the dark, your mouth my mouth, tongues dancing like. fire. snakes. sensual snakes. alliteration can bother me but not tonight. old motions, old emotions, new movements, never the same pattern, you know my body, my buttons, what to push what to stroke, there aren't really any switches though. pulling my hair gently but firmly makes stars pop out behind my eyes. just like when you touch me. down there. something I was ashamed of once. one time. strange body, strange strange strange me. Im strange, but its ok. I make love just the same, and you and I make LOVE. its different, not just a word, an emotion an action. your fingers can be maddening and you know it, slower slower slower. make it fast, I want it hard. you are so much more patient than me. makes me want to scream. fuck is such a dirty word for something so beautiful. make love not fuck, fuck is such an empty word. words words words. different words drip past my lips like thickened honey, not quite clear are they, your name, your name echos in my brain as you push your self into. me. I stretch I scream I moan. I cant take it but I need it. like I drug. but its good for me. good drug? I dont know, I dont know a lot right now. just that you know a lot. too much. too much about me as you move light and strong. inside. I need you. I need this. like an effing jigsaw. I moan you moan. its like a song that only we know how to sing. thats where real music is made. in the bedroom i guess. or wherever. against a wall on a bedcarkitchenbathroomtheature. I dont care. as long as its you you you. close close too close it feels like falling as explosions explode behind my eyes and everywhere else tingles. blood quickens. I learned that my brain stops, maybe thats why its so overwhelming. sometimes tears flow. I dunno why. your turn your turn. your breath catches onto my name as you flow, flow inside me like a river thats meant to be. we aren't just two people when its both of us. we're one. such a cliche. I love you. I know. you too.

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RossDanielsRossDanielsabout 14 years ago
Would have liked a different format

But the words were erotic and powerful.

PrisonTeacherPrisonTeacherabout 15 years ago
Pulled me in

Despite the stream of conscience motif, which I usually dislike, I found the barrage of words worthwhile. How good it was to come to the end and have pleasure and intimacy instead of four-letter word juggling!

I could be more specific if you'd like. Just email me.

GuiltyPleasureGuiltyPleasureabout 15 years ago
I'm sorry.

I didn't read past the first lines so this <I>might</I> be wonderful but your presentation didn't invite me to read further.<P>

Tess

bflagsstbflagsstabout 15 years ago
the block of text

is a difficult read in prose or poetry. Maybe if it was read aloud it'd work, but as is it's problematic.