Words

I could try to seduce you with this patter of pornographic platitudes but sometimes i worry that words can begin to feel hollow. How do I convey a look that imparts warmth and self assuredness with mere words ? how can I allow you to hear a voice that is soft yet strong, feel a sound which has an almost tangible basso ? how will you know the feel of my hand on your lower back as I lead you to the door if I merely describe it ? can words replicate the warmth of another body close to yours, the strength of arms wrapped around you, the comforting hand on which you rest your head as I bend to kiss you ? does the concept of placing ones mouth on anothers not sound strangely clinical when written, but feel sublime, sensual and serene when enacted ? how can you feel exposed to my gaze, as a shirt is removed, your bra unclasped, when you sit alone reading words on a page ? how could a light touch raise a shiver - perhaps of expectation, perhaps merely the reaction to the barely felt sense of skin on skin, when the only communication is through words ? how will you place your hands on my arms, see your fingers span only a small portion of the circumference, run your nails along the line of the bicep if the only lines are those on a page ? if I were to run my hands from your waist up to your breasts, cup them, feel them, press them, trace small circles around your nipples, how would you know the sensation that my large, strong hands would create if you were merely reading a description of the action ? If I were to place your nipple between my thumb and forefinger and slowly start to squeeze, you could undoubtedly replicate the sensation for a time, but you would stop before you could feel the pain begin to travel along the nerves, a warm uncomfortable sensation finding its way to your toes, your brain, your groin. you can lie on your bed and read words on a page, play with them, turn them, slowly in your mind, but how can you feel my hands on yours, trapping them above your head as you recline ? the mere words “forced her legs apart” imply a coercion that is external, which becomes redundant as you perform the action entirely self motivated, a meaningless solipsism. How could you know if the force that is exerted is my leg between yours, a rope attached to each ankle extended to opposite sides of the bed or perhaps the clinical command that requires acquiescence unless I am there to provide the impetus…

It’s a lie, this diatribe. I like words….