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Redeeming the Words
“I love you.” The phrase feels meaningless from overuse by the world. We hear the rattle of traffic and voices outside our window. People love the newest car or a gadget to make life easier.
But, you don’t make life easier. You make life real and worth continuing.
I ask you to pull the curtains against our nakedness and let me try again.
“I love you,” I whisper, again and again, my lips dancing with clear enunciation up and down your shaft, then settling at your blushing tip.
Our egos and quests for earthly goods fade in my whispers. Do our words have any meaning?
“I love you,” I say again and stare at your handsome core.
Sounds of the world darken as dusk comes over the busy street.
“I love…..” the last word mutes as my lips wrap around your heat.
“Mm…hmm…hmm…,” Hushed childlike vocalizations vibrate from my trusting throat. The room is silent but for my humming.
When your creamy treasures arrive, I let them flow into my consenting mouth sealed around you. I hold you against the roof of my mouth, humming lower with each of seven narrow streams as a voice above me whispers, “I love you, I love you, I…. I love…..”
My humming continues another moment to capture every drop of you before my lips part to spill my words back over you.
“I love you,” I say again, wetting my lips against your shaft. I look up into your listening eyes, not ashamed of my face, but smiling now.
“It’s all so...so…..” The words fail me. I hear the buzzing of traffic outside and a manager’s cheerful voice helping someone open the room next door.
“I love you,” I say again as my lips press against your stomach, satisfied that we’ve redeemed the meaning of the words.
But, you don’t make life easier. You make life real and worth continuing.
I ask you to pull the curtains against our nakedness and let me try again.
“I love you,” I whisper, again and again, my lips dancing with clear enunciation up and down your shaft, then settling at your blushing tip.
Our egos and quests for earthly goods fade in my whispers. Do our words have any meaning?
“I love you,” I say again and stare at your handsome core.
Sounds of the world darken as dusk comes over the busy street.
“I love…..” the last word mutes as my lips wrap around your heat.
“Mm…hmm…hmm…,” Hushed childlike vocalizations vibrate from my trusting throat. The room is silent but for my humming.
When your creamy treasures arrive, I let them flow into my consenting mouth sealed around you. I hold you against the roof of my mouth, humming lower with each of seven narrow streams as a voice above me whispers, “I love you, I love you, I…. I love…..”
My humming continues another moment to capture every drop of you before my lips part to spill my words back over you.
“I love you,” I say again, wetting my lips against your shaft. I look up into your listening eyes, not ashamed of my face, but smiling now.
“It’s all so...so…..” The words fail me. I hear the buzzing of traffic outside and a manager’s cheerful voice helping someone open the room next door.
“I love you,” I say again as my lips press against your stomach, satisfied that we’ve redeemed the meaning of the words.
Published 11th Dec 2021
| Edited 12th May 2022
Author's Note
Three-hundred words. Is it poetry or prose? The experience felt like poetry. Couldn't resist sharing a partial selfie with this one.
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11th Dec 2021 6:02pm
To hear 'I love you' said as an expression of worshipping a loved one's body in that context is anything but banal.
Favourite line (as a compliment to the lover):
But, you don’t make life easier. You make life real and worth continuing.
Favourite line (as a compliment to the lover):
But, you don’t make life easier. You make life real and worth continuing.
11th Dec 2021 9:55pm
It reads like someone has had a moment when she takes account of what is valued most. A timely piece for it reflects a mood many have at the end of a calendar year.
12th Dec 2021 1:52am
13th Dec 2021 5:38am
A great synopsis captured of a moment in time. Intertwining the act with the redemption in a such an arousing manner. Your description as he cums in your mouth is well written. Not too many words because…nobody likes a mouthful? 😏
The outside world living in contrast to yours inside in the privacy of your personal space.
It's the absence of what you share having pleasure that the world misses out on as it passes by.
As if you have to steal this moment as the familiar humdrum of life continues ordinarily at best.
Stepping back from all the noise to find your inner peace is healthy and rejuvenating.
It's the absence of what you share having pleasure that the world misses out on as it passes by.
As if you have to steal this moment as the familiar humdrum of life continues ordinarily at best.
Stepping back from all the noise to find your inner peace is healthy and rejuvenating.
7th Sep 2022 12:07pm
Thank you for these thoughts. They read like a devotional passage or something from a scriptural tradition. Just beautiful.
