...he said...she said...(eavesdropping on the beginning of a love affair)

 

Where have you come from? From the ether

or from the mist that flows from the morning shore?

      (My heart has searched for you…how many worlds did I traverse to find you…I don’t presently have the capacity to know this).

I don’t even know what you were fishing with that day (as you stood on the bridge between reality and fantasy), whether your hook was baited with dreams or prayers… but as you cast your line into the ocean of our existence it fell upon my ear with a plop, echoing my name.  “Self”, you called, with a fervency not to be denied… and from that solitary act I felt the self of you, from deep within the cradle of your me, answering that mystical call (for the sake of our lives). So, yes, my beloved self, you found me (us) in the ether.

 

The prospect of being consumed

by you…a stranger without form,

entices the atoms in my flesh.

Like frenzied piranhas they begin to nip at each other.

I am flesh,

come here and consume me.

      Being this ravenous and insatiable animal that I am, my mouth waters at the thought of sinking my teeth into you, tearing into the provision of your soul, licking up your juices, sucking out your sustenance that I might be sustained.  You are the longed for delicacy and tonic that gives me life.  You excite me.

 

But I will reciprocate.

 

My cannibalism of you will come in the form of

lapping your intimate secretions into my mouth;

this tongue of mine…

 

will taste and penetrate you without reservations

or taboos…

this tongue of mine,

has more uses than just words…

      I lay, flayed before the exposed weapons of my separate demise, an undulating spread of wetness, grinding in ecstasy at the thought of your uncontrolled and ferocious protuberances poised to speak into effect our cooperative destiny…

 

will you flow into me with the texture of

brown syrup or have the viscosity of spring wine?

      I run thick with the sweetness of creation’s roux, thin as the relief of artesian waters to eradicate the cloying dregs of death prior to rebirth when dipped in those intoxicating wet streams…

 

I wonder if you can truly consume me…

I’m made of ash.

Burnt…

Only charcoal keeps me intact…

But, I can’t write off this possibility;

After all...the Tin Man had Dorothy who unwittingly

wandered into the forest.  His heart began to beat.

      My reasons for wanting to consume you are selfish…nevertheless, beneficial.  You see, it’s impossible for me to lay my mouth upon the terrain of your heart and suck, suck, suck, coveting the life it has for me, without, as I breathe to live, exhaling that same life, now consisting of me, back into you…this is true intimacy…and one heart lives because of the other…and my selfishness is that all I really want is to live…only I know I can’t live without you…(I will only be half alive). 

 

And just maybe, along the daydreams

of your body’s contours I might find reason to be consumed.

       And now, to live inside of me becomes your daily quest. The contours of my body excite such lengthy daydreams until to reach the end of me will take another lifetime and another.  (I wonder which lifetime this is).

 

 
   

 


 
 
olokun on
Re: ...a peek at the beginning of an 'online' love affair...
this post has inspired quite a readership. many blessings to the "he said/ she said love affair". smiles

 

lovespirit on
Re: ...a peek at the beginning of an 'online' love affair...
thank you...I know it was long...I'm glad you took the time to read it through...this man and I...we feed off each other...it's amazing..

Harmony

bonniegirl on
Re: ...a peek at the beginning of an 'online' love affair...
Excellently and tastefully done; not pornlike at all.  Porn, wrapped in what gives me life; words, inspiring, tantalizing, erotic, and ....hot!

 

Love it!

lovespirit on
Re: ...a peek at the beginning of an 'online' love affair...
thanks for taking the time to read it...you nailed it...you ought to be critic...for real...this (eroticism) is real life and those who don't get it or are offended by it just really haven't lived yet or are still wearing the "mask"!!!!!

 

H

bonniegirl on
Re: ...a peek at the beginning of an 'online' love affair...
Thank you for the compliment, dear...I would love to be a critic....glad i nailed it, but was not very hard for me to discern, with you speaking of "licking your juices", "sucking your sustenance" ,"lapping your intimate secretions" (num... ) , "grinding in ecstasy", "ferocious protuberances"....whew...to name a few....

 

Bold, yet discreet....as I said, excellent.

lovespirit on
Re: ...a peek at the beginning of an 'online' love affair...
yes...and would you agree that those terms are rather nebulous (liable to more than one interpretation)?...that's where the artistry comes in for a writer...the classic use of the 'double entendre'' is an incalculable talent to a writer when wanting to take the reader to the 'water' but letting him decide whether or not he/she wants to 'drink'...I guess only true artists who create from the soul's history are ready for me...what do your think?...(she said, smiling)

 

H

bonniegirl on
Re: ...a peek at the beginning of an 'online' love affair...
I guess i am a true artist, because I am ready for more....I say with glee!  Love the play on words, the double entendres....make for interesting reading, and discovery, as in a scavenger hunt.... bring on the protuberances any time, I have long been lacking in sustenance gained from their ministrations....
lovespirit on
Re: ...a peek at the beginning of an 'online' love affair...
...here's to all us 'insatiable animals"....hahahahahhaaaaaaaa.  and also, it's not just the play on words but it's the ability to 'turn a phrase' so as to leave it to the readers discretion to choose a suitable accompanying image...(every time I read your last sentence, I crack up...you are quite the wordsmith..

H

bonniegirl on
Re: ...a peek at the beginning of an 'online' love affair...
why thank you ma'am; it takes one to know one....giggle...and yes, you are right...definitely takes skill....but we got it, hey?

sarcasmsvoice on
Re: ...a peek at the beginning of an 'online' love affair...
This is another excellent post. Too erotic? absolutely not! Porny...again it is nowhere close.

Congratulations on being able to put exactly what you see in your mind into words on the page. Though you may have a point about it being a bit long. God I love puns.
lovespirit on
Re: ...a peek at the beginning of an 'online' love affair...
Thank you...I appreciate your input....btw, you made me laugh out loud...not only are you bright and witty, you're funny as all get out!

H

sarcasmsvoice on
Re: ...a peek at the beginning of an 'online' love affair...
Thank you. I note that you seem to appreciate many forms of writing....good for you
valentinaxxx on
Re: ...a peek at the beginning of an 'online' love affair...
My first thoughts: this is an affair built not on love, but on an insatiable infatuation.  The only action is taking place online, "in the ether" as you call it.  It's delicious because no "real" touching is going on and everything is taking place inside the mind.

 

My lasting impressions:  I feel like I am reading someone's personal journal entry and so I don't want to critique it like I would if someone were presenting to me a poem for publication.  It has a boudoir-like voyeurism to it.  Not porn, but sexually intense, and ultimately does not leave me wanting to read more.  There are parts that can stand out on their own as vignettes, otherwise it tends to dribble down the page like saliva after a good love making.

 

The little pet peeve that irks me about it:  You spelled "breathe" as "breath" -- something a lot of people tend to do without realizing it.  Honest mistake, but irritating!  So the following sentence should be:  You see, it’s impossible for me to lay my mouth upon the terrain of your heart and suck, suck, suck, coveting the life it has for me, without, as I BREATHE to live...

 

What keeps me from calling it a masterpiece:  It's too personal, it's something you have attached closely to your heart, and so I'm reluctant to give you a full critique at the risk of hurting your heart. 

 

My psychic impression: this is a relationship, the one between "he said, she said", that is not meant to last and could possibly be a dangerous association.  The two people here are masterbating, not communicating.  Like a delicate piece of fruit, it will whether away.

 

My favorite line:  "After all.... the Tin Man had Dorothy who unwittingly wandered into the forest.  His heart began to beat."  I think you got something significant there.

 

Forgive me if I seem aloof.  I used to work as an editor for a literary magazine.  It's rare for me to find something I can truly say is remarkable, something that stands out from the rest of what is being written out there.  All I have left to say is keep writing to find yourself and you will stumble upon a truth no one else may see.


 
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