when your voice — or the lack thereof;
sharp intakes of breath, pants, sighs,
low murmurs,
moans,
or
just.plain.silence
(tense with pent-up desire, relaxed with pleasure, eager to please and displeased at the distance)
— rumbles in
harsh purrs
seductive gasps
passionate demands
against my ear,
the geographical distance shortens at the
speedof S O U N D
even as the drawn-out strokes we measure
~ singly, together ~
elongate the time (how long has it been?) before we
come
together
again
I’ve got your number, baby.
(And you’ve mine.)
Dial me up.
Press my buttons.
As Lily Tomlin woulda said:
One ringey dingey …. two ringey dingey…..
Hahaha! 😛
Actually, that was the approach I originally thought I’d be taking to the topic! 😉
I love this piece flows not just word to word but the visual structure of it.
Mollyx
Sometimes the silence is just as seductive as the words.
Oh that’s me, I am the silent type. I’ll quieten, not knowing what to say, just moaning during the silences.
Writing those thought down however, that’s entirely different.
I can’t do fantasy or story-telling or (ugh) “What are you wearing?” cliches. But mutual masturbation? Yes, that I can do. Which is less about words spoken than the spaces between them. 🙂