I want something sex cannot satisfy.

Do you know what it means to have a moment encapsulated
and remain enthralled with an utterance for what seems a century?
Or more?
It isn't your voice or your beleaguered indiscretion
it is not your rounded shoulders and
body (language) speaking of consequential truths
its the way your words round my hard thoughts,
softening and falling to slide off the firm curve of my breast.
Feeling each individual letter glide delightfully around my mouth
after being in yours
and I taste something new amid
a festival of enunciation.
There is false bravado in me and you
slip it off, along with my clothes.
I'm left naked and shy
almost hiding now, what I previously
wanted to share so much.
Almost, as your tender words guide an
embrace
I fall in love for the first time with a word
knowing you can only ever possess me physically.

Author's Note

This was written by Ben Lingemann.
Please do not plagiarize, All Rights Reserved.