Literary Lust
Long, slender fingers tap tap tapping on an old, dusty typewriter
Abstract ideas coalesce into a moist and shameful longing
Each sentence is an invitation typeset in desire
Expertly punctuated with a heavy sigh
Held at the cusp of your narrative arc
Caressing every letter while each syllable caresses me in turn
Seductive metaphors that taunt and delight
And commas set for a brief pause, in all the right places
Paragraph by paragraph washes over me
In lasciviously lapping waves of page after page
A gushing stream of invisible thoughts connects us
Until finally, the whole of your composition erupts in orgasmic prose within me
6 July 2007 at 12:34 am
Yes, this post is about you.
6 July 2007 at 1:08 am
Please do not feed the vanities.
6 July 2007 at 1:42 am
Why? Do they bite?
6 July 2007 at 8:58 am
Wait a moment, oe. I was about to (quietly) shout, “This post is about me, isn’t it?” But I won’t. I’ll keep quiet. I’m far too modest (allegedly).
6 July 2007 at 10:37 am
read late early night morning , still with me now.
Beautifully, luciously brilliant
6 July 2007 at 10:41 am
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6 July 2007 at 11:43 am
Unreliable - Oh but it IS about you (allegedly).
Isabelle - Welcome and thanks.
6 July 2007 at 12:09 pm
Modestly, I’ve begun to think that every blog post everywhere is about me (allegedly). But always (allegedly).
6 July 2007 at 5:48 pm
This is wonderful.
6 July 2007 at 5:53 pm
Venus - Thanks. I had a feeling you might like it.
10 July 2007 at 12:25 am
That was gorgeous. Why did I keep reading “composition” as “compassion”?
10 July 2007 at 9:41 am
Z - Welcome and thanks. I read Smart Girls often so it’s nice to see one of you here.
28 September 2007 at 10:53 am
If you’re that serious about wallowing, I’d just put on either the downward spiral (if you’re seething) or the fragile (if you’re disparte) by NIN
10 February 2008 at 9:53 pm
modern and excellent
i liked