Word Porn

I want to fuck the words, go deep inside their velvety wetness and feel them throb against my brain; feel them contract and pulse in my veins, stroke them until they arch beneath my fingertips as they shudder and beg for more completion and expression. I want them to rut against my intelligence, wrap their tendrils around my thighs and grind down; imprinting their essence on my skin. I want…oh how I want to feel their hot breaths against my lips as they try to gasp out because of the intensity, the fire that burns when creativity and passion rub against one another. I want to watch when a word touches itself in front of another word, be a voyeur when words effortlessly seduce each other and come together to form an orgasm of literature. I want their taste on my tongue and to feel their heat when they fuse to form a sentence, a paragraph, a page, a book, a library. I want to write and to be written.

©Immortal Illusion

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