I've found myself revisiting older conversations, letting their words retrace lines in my head and pool together to incite a familiar ache. I hear clearly the words I want to be spoken aloud:
Longing.
Lustfully.
Lasting.
Lobes.
Lips.
Lascivious.
Lingering.
Lightly.
Lick.
Lap.
Limit.
Legs.
Listfully.
Langour.
Each delicate 'elle' rolls in my head and causes slight and small waves when placed next to another word.
I hear naughtier words yet. The words name, curtly, the pieces of me I want to give, the pieces of you I want to take. Their cacophonous resonance is akin to a slap on the cheek, and when I hear their sounds in my head it stimulates and excites me. Those words send ripples through the pools of wetness growing in my mind, each one thrown like a stone that splashes into the water.
Then we get to the verbs. Those delicious, delectable verbs that whet my appetite and mark my cravings as frenetic. Insatiable desires find their way to the waters of my mind, now choppy and tempestuous. Each word accompanied by its action, creating an image that is liable to drown in the sea of thought unless I can focus on it long enough to actualize and fully imagine it.
I've learned a thing or two, sometimes it's not what you say, but how you say it. It's the brushstrokes of communication, the pictures that we paint with our words that will allow another to see, to feel, to taste our intentions and yearnings.
But, as mentioned above, personal interpretation is half of the fun. 😘😘
