Words can hold or withhold power,
hold or give pleasure,
create arousal beyond physical means.
From thoughts and desires expressed,
and your hands,
your fingers become words' slave,
for through my words,
printed on the actions of your fingers,
the movement of your hips,
the press of your aroused clit against a pillow,
the delightful filling of a shape within,
or the sweet growing waves from vibrations.
Through my words I can make you ache,
make you greedy,
take you to the edge,
hold you there, or ease you over it,
and make you cum sweetly,
with no touch but that of you with you,
our love unconstrained by our physical selves,
our desires unbounded by mere matter.
I know you love that,
you are greedy to feel it,
for the pleasure you and I give you,
I love your greed as your greed loves me,
I know you love it when my words make you ache,
When my desire for your pleasure makes you smile,
I know you love it when,
my words make your pretty little clit throb,
and your beautiful pussy soaking wet,
I know you love the wetness that is your body's expression
of my words, my desire, my lust, my love.
I know your fingers take you to the edge and beyond,
printing my words on your soul,
in your heart,
and in the growing linger orgasm,
that you grab and hold,
you crave because you want to,
and in craving it becomes,
and I love that.
In that moment of release,
you are as beautiful as any words ever written,
as sweet as any poem of love or lust ever penned,
as delightful as a newly bloomed flower
in the garden of my heart.
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