You need to understand why I love words
You need to understand
Words are to me what a beautiful lady is to you
You see brown eyes. But, you don’t see how they
Melt into a dark caramel shade, or how they flame up with the sun
You see a busty woman. But, you don’t see the wondrous words that whimsically wormed their way into a wonder-bra like her D-cup breasts
You just see her cleavage
An illusion that draws your center of attention
You see letters. Jagged lines and shapes that draw blood from your fingertips. But, you don’t comprehend how smooth they can be rolling off your tongue and through your lips as they brush against her vanilla skin
You think circumlocution is ugly
Words are too big
In a notebook
You don’t know that words are an aphrodisiac. You can’t appreciate what I have.
My words caress her ear. Like a lit fuse that travels inside her. They burn and freeze her at the same time. They are part of the controlled chaos that makes her
Bite her lip
What you don’t know is that all I need is one word
That’s better than a cup of coffee for this morning.
Greatly appreciated. Thank you.
Thank you 🙂