No Language
October 7, 2010
There is no font that can communicate the urgency of need;
the intensity of want that shakes bones and undermines thoughts.
There is no typographical symbol that says “I need to fuck you right now,”
or “Forget fucking, that’s not even half of enough.”
There is no language, spoken or written that transmits desire sufficiently
over a distance greater than that of an exhaled breath.
I need to build a sailing ship, and all I have is straw.
What can I do, but start weaving.
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Fanfuckingtastic. I love every word. I feel the words like thrusts in my soul.
I love you!!
Mem’s
read this for the second time, and still every bit as moving, as intense…you are just vibrating word power of late, so intensely erotic, damn You…(i’m on O restriction. This is cruel and unusual punishment….of the best sort…)
nilla