How These Things Begin


I imagine the power of sexual energy attracts them. They are varied and persistent and will not be ignored.  They cloud my mind with thoughts I blush to share, but the rolling breaths of arousal push me forward and I find myself licking my already parted lips and whispering them into my lover’s ear.

I watch his eyes darken and his breathing change. The energy in his body changes once again… I hear another whisper and before it has ceased its erotic attack the same words are leaving my own lips. My lover’s breath catches and then he smiles sweetly and looks me directly in the eyes: “Damned if you don’t have one filthy mind, girl! Now get on your knees…” I laugh as I move for him.

And this is how it started.



handsThese broken fingers… they continue tapping and dancing about the keys, clicking against the desktop, tramping and tapping around the steering wheel. Can’t stop them. They count the seconds in cut and synchronous rhythms refusing to stop for a moment’s rest. They dance about my own lips venturing in to glance against the enamel of my teeth, tasting the drama expressed by such thoughtless movements.