Words

I want to cover you with my words...

Not heavily, like grandma's, thick, scratchy quilt...

That smothers the toes, and holds down the feet...

But lightly, like a worn, thin, fuzzy, flannel sheet...

That can either envelop warmly, be kicked off easily, or just gently draped...

I want you to see how they look...

As they decorate your body...

Like fluid tattoos, ever changing, creating new combinations, new sentences, paragraphs, and stories, of your choosing...

I want you to feel their potential, their possibilities, their power...

As they are written, painted, and stenciled over your skin...

Hovering, before making contact, sending chills down your spine...

I want you to savor them, enjoy them, let them tantalize, and tease your palette...

Sweet words like: cuddle, snuggle, nuzzle...

Salty words like: dominate, gyrate, penetrate...

I want you to inhale them...

Breathe them in, take them, use them, they belong to you now...

Notice how, they fill your mouth, mingling, with words, of your own...

I want you to hear them...

As they roll off my tongue, and fill your ears...

Enter into your mind, touch your heart, and warm your soul...

I want to cover you with my words...

But, not overwhelm you, weigh you down, or make you slow, and heavy...

Not burden you, chain you, push you, rush you, or guilt you...

But, only if you want me to, only if you will hold onto them, only if you understand the spirit in which they are given...

Freely, with no strings attached, no implied guarantees, or warranties, and no frills, or gimmicks...

Simply, and expressly... as is... as I am able... as I am...