***Wondering***

Words of a Poetess can do so much to stir up an already active imagination.
Especially when those words are so full of desire that they cause you to conjure up countless scenarios.
The what ifs and whens and hows, especially the hows. How it would be if you became personal.
The sensations you feel when you imagine a whisper, when you envision the author
of such mesmerizing words actually speak them, directing them at you, effecting you in unspoken ways.
You wonder how she moves her lips, of her expressions.
You begin to wonder if her eyebrows arch when she emphasizes certain syllables.
Your mind focuses on a specific word, becomes stuck on that one word causing a sketch of intimacy, a clear picture of wanting to surface.
You fall in love with that word and it consumes you. It is as if you've never been acquainted with it, never even heard of it. No matter how elementary or subtle in meaning, it moves the elements of your complex soul.
It inhabits your body.
It moves and slithers it's way from your brain all the way to your erogenous zones..until
You begin to make love to the author, the creator of such masterpiece.
Although it's purely mental sex it feels so physical.
You can smell her hair, taste the fruit from her lip gloss, feel her breath on your neck.
Her descriptions are intoxicating. How does she know you so well?
How does she know the right things to say?
Does she know that late nights while you lie on your back, you think of her and play in your garden until it soils the sheets?
Does she know that you wish to dip those same fingers inside of her flesh, causing her to erupt in violent convulsions as you lick puddles of sweat from her forehead, her thighs, her hips, and her backside?
Her knowing would be impossible, in fact, you've never even hinted to being even remotely interested. But she continues to tease you with her verbage.
And she teases and taunts, day after day until you wonder about her life experiences and what makes her feel the way she does.
You wonder who she speaks of, who drives her to write so passionately.
You become jealous of her muse.
The author becomes your Mistress.
You wonder if her words will ever be real for you, ever come alive. If it could be any more real than it's already been.
You obsess then ultimately...You wonder if she wonders about you.

nimah