Excited Fire

They’re just words right?

They’re just words right?
As long as they stay on the page
What could possible go wrong?
She would surely be amazed
My words inspire desire
They are passion uncaged
Each letter a tactile experience
With every word pleasure remains

She couldn’t possibly know
She was soon to see
Her every movement was captured
Perfectly
Visually by me
I encased semantically
Her ever desire
Verbs romantically linked with adjectives
Nouns dipped in fire
Prepositions very existence
To close the short distance
From fantasy to reality
She offered no resistance

They were just words after all…

That’s what she told herself
So when she found herself alone with me
My hands touching her belt
My lips to her neck
She wasn’t prepared for what was next
She thought it was a dream
That this wasn’t possibly what it seemed

They are just words that I read
This can’t possibly be happening to me
My knees can’t possibly be this weak
This kiss is much too good to believe
This can only be imagined
My mind has to be deceived
Just breathe…

The pages came back into view
She could make out the sentence structure
Though it took on a hazy hue
There was steam – that can’t be right
Steam coming from the book?
It was hot to the touch
It moved gently as her hand shook
She turned the page…

He was back at her side
His hands caressing her body
She had nowhere to hide
The buttons on her shirt
Undone
To reveal what was inside
He ventured to a forbidden place
And she beckoned him inside
Her voice caught in her throat
Or was that a moan
His fingers moved expertly
Like the sure rhythm in a poem
Alternating his attention
Never staying on either too long
His lips grazed hers
His kiss was hot
Her lips warm
He moved to her neck
She was unsure of what was next
As he bared his teeth and they formed a gentle caress
His urgency increased
Her heart almost leaping from her chest
Moving lower still
His bite was painful
The pleasure…real
As he came to her breast
Her nipple hard
Her breath still

His lips encased it and the pleasure
Melted away her senses
His tongue, his lips, his teeth
Spirited her away from this existence
His fingers tweaking the other
To assuage away the jealousy
Until his attentions turned
To give it too the pleasure it excitedly seeks
First one line than the other
The poem created in total symmetry
His control of the written word has thorough
One might call it mastery
The immediate became a bubble
Time became a silent observer
And as she thought the same to herself
He started to venture down further

She jumped with a start
There was a noise she couldn’t place
The book had slipped from her hand
Yet she felt the echoes of his embrace
That couldn’t be right
They WERE just words…right?
It HAD to be a dream
The product of an exceptionally lonely night
She picked up the book and turned back to the page
She started to read the words and once again
She was transported to this place…

His tongue traced a path
With very explicit verbs
She could feel its pleasurable wrath
Down her mountainous and supple curves
Everything was now fair game
There was no more taming of his words
His nouns ran amuck
They were hot to the touch
His participle dangled
She could feel it in all its lust
She craved his adjectives
Desired each and every thrill
And as his tongue continually touched her
Her imagination became so real
She could no longer be still
As his lips pressed to hers
He tasted her desire
Each and every delicious word
He anticipated her movements
She melted into his acts
She embraced their naked lewdness
Surrendered herself to his passionate attack
He assaulted her soul over and over
until her body fought back
Blow after blow, from head to toe
She shook with every climax
He…
Lost his breath
She…
Lost her mind
She…
Pulled him up towards her
She…
Wanted their bodies intertwined
He didn’t deny
He melted into her embrace
He slid inside of her
The passion danced across her face
He filled her completely
And she couldn’t deny her fate
As he buried himself inside of her
Her legs wrapped around his waist
Every stroke was divine
As it echoed through her mind
Her moans were like adverbs
Punctuating his thrusts every time
His kiss was eager, very unrelenting
Her resistance was meager
He invaded her body immensely
Her lips parted as his tongue searched
Her legs parted as his movements proved he was well-versed
She wanted it slow
He gave it hard and deep
She wanted increased speed
She invaded her until she screamed
It was like he was inside her mind
Anticipating her every design
She only had to will it
Her ever wish, he fulfilled it
When she wanted it slightly rough
He turned her over and smacked her butt
Pulled her curly dark hair
And whispered nasty things into her ear
When she wanted to control it
He lay back as she rode it
His hands on her hips
Her eyes locked on his lips
She could taste his whispered desires
As her body rose and dipped
She came over and over like the incoming tide
He contained his response, but the pleasure he couldn’t deny
She leaned down towards him
A mischievous glint in her eyes
She whispered into his ear
I want you deep inside
Fill my body with your pleasure
Let it echo through my mind
Over and over until you’re sated
Cum inside me while I ride
He didn’t need more than that
The climax he’d been holding back
Started to build a frenetic pace
The emotion written clearly on his face
He grabbed her dark curly hair and put her firmly in her place
His strokes increased in urgency
Existing outside of time and space
And when his body exploded into hers
His hands wrapped tightly around her waist
Every drop that she craved
Assaulted her wave after wave
Flowing deeper into her body
She was flooded with a torrential rain
His movements started to relax
She rolled off onto her back
Her body was dripping with ecstasy
She bore marks of passion on her neck
She’d never felt so alive
She moved to tell him just that
She looked to the left
At the spot where he should be enjoying the afterglow of sex
His body was a mirage
Yet the sheets were soaked through with sweat
And all that remained to stare back at her
Was a steaming paperback
The title was “They’re Just Words”
She couldn’t wait to read what was next

-Malcolm Lloyd

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