Certain words—feelings might be more accurate—are as difficult to contain as orgasms… Lips are bitten into silence, eyes squeezed shut or widened by inner heat, sheets tortured into twisting struggles, nails scratch blood offerings from arching skin… quick breaths, short gasps, a little groan grows into a scream that then bursts in celebration of the climax that leaves flesh and soul limp and sated… and the brain wonders, Why didn’t I just do it right away, when I knew it would feel this good?
Confused? I don’t blame you if you are my Wicked Luvs; my words read a tad
when I just let them come out as I feel them—without the brain to tongue to
finger to keyboard to you filter. It only happens when something touches me so
deeply that I need to let its effects out right away. If I don’t write them,
share them… I might implode.
My mind and heart got loud with the chatter of confusing thoughts after I read “A Little Dendrophila,” one of my Sexy Sister Sarah’s latest adventures. She closes her entry with:
“Lately I’ve heard a lot of comments from someone that I love that hurt my feelings about the ‘extra weight’ I’m carrying. Yes, there [are] about 15 to 20 more lbs of Me to love, but when locked in the embrace of a Sea Grape’s limbs, I feel about as sexy as Aphrodite herself. My sexy Sea Grape doesn’t judge. My sexy Sea Grape loves each and every one of my curves, just like I love each one of her luscious limbs. You can’t help but feel sensual and sexy while lounging in a tree with a glass of something cold. Try it and see. (Carefully)”
Before I continue writing, let me show you a picture (which I stole… hope she doesn’t choke me):
I must be blind… or dumb… or blind and dumb and on my second glass of
peach wine, who knows. But I don’t understand a world in which someone tells a person who looks like this woman, So… let’s
talk about that “extra weight” you’ve been carrying around. I don’t know
how the person put it, but I do not see the comment making any sense. Sarah is beautiful. She has a sensuality infused aura that makes her glow. Can you look at that smile (go ahead look at it) and not feel warm inside?
I know this post reads like a rant, but it isn’t. It is a wordgasm (I’m sure I stole that word somewhere). Since I read Sarah’s words, I’ve been walking around with my brow wrinkled and my lips pursed. My Piano Man said, “Is there something you need to write?” Yes, the man knows me. I wanted to share my feelings about the post right away, but there was dinner to make. I started rice, cut mushrooms, cut onions… stopped and wrote the first paragraph on a piece of paper… ate dinner, grabbed a glass of wine… and ran to my laptop to release my thoughts. My mind and soul are now satisfied.
Your thoughts, my Luvs…
I wonder if you thought that the wordgasm was going to make me forget the announcement of the winner of the “Tiger Lily Witch Hat Fascinator” by Eliora... Well, Of course not, the winner is…
*Chooses a crumbled piece of paper out of the hat (Kallan made her paranoid about Randomizer)
and takes a picture of her own hand, which is a lot harder than one might think…*
after the very complex act of untwisting the paper…
the winner is…
Congratulations, Petoskystone! You get a bit of Halloween in August ;-)