100 words inspired by distance.
Remember, for just a moment my palm passing from the small of your back, up your spine, to the nape of your neck. I remember the feel of your skin against my hand, and your shiver as my fingers slide into your hair. I can feel the tugs of the individual hairs as I make a fist in your mane, a tight grip to pull your head back, force you into that perfect arch. Remember with me, my twisting your head around to kiss you as I fill you from behind, pushing your breath into me. Until I return, remember.
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This is truly beautiful, as well as stunningly evocative. It reminds me of so much, both emotionally and physically.
As I read it first on Twitter, I experienced it as a poem., and was surprised to see it presented here as prose. Not only because of the language, but also the rhythm, and the internal rhymes.
Richly beautiful in any case.
o.g
Thank you so much, o.g! A lot of these very short pieces, it’s almost a crapshoot to present them as poetry or prose. Either way; poetic prose, or prosy poetry, I’m glad it did what it did.
This is beautifully compressed piece of erotica, Monocle.
I’ve always liked the poised violence, or better, the ever-present aggressiveness of masculine desire in your erotica. I think that energy appeals to many women. Nice to see you delving there again.
Monocle,
Excellent as usual, as as O G said the rythem of the piece grabbed me, don’t ask where. :D
Yes, it does.
I don’t think I could verbalize what got me about this piece… I can only feel it. Powerfully.
Hey, thanks to both of you. ‘Poised violence’. I do like that. There’s something true in it.
this seems an inadequate response to this but…
WOW.
absolutely perfect thing to read for me today…
thank you….
Thank you very much, ‘nilla. It’s always good fortune to find words that resonate at the right time.
“Remember with me, my twisting your head around to kiss you as I fill you from behind, pushing your breath into me. ” Oomph. What a gorgeously living image.
Yeah, I’m jealous of that one. I love working with writers who make me think: What didn’t ‘I’ think of that, damn it? That might be one of most erotic images I’ve ever read. One sentence sex.