velvetgoldmine

Your words are intoxicating, your eloquence is mesmerising, your warmth is revitalizing. Though we are worlds apart, I've never known a man like you before, a man of such talent, grace and brilliance. A magician you are and I am under your spell, I dare not to think what could happen had fate put us a little closer to each other. I could listen to you forever, random thoughts of an exquisite mind materialized in those hypnotically seductive words of yours that could crumble mountains and melt the icecaps, initiate revolutions and lead to climaxes...

And you could play with me until you realise I am no match for you. I would give the world to be able to listen to you forever, whatever might keep you interested enough to stay a little longer and feed me with your sweet medicine. Because these few drops are not enough. The tension of non-sexual preorgasmic contemplation that your words rock me in so elegantly, shakes me up like a fever. I stand in awe before I bow to the ground, for you are the salt of the earth, the spice of life and the only one I admire to the point of worship.

I have very few possessions, skills and talents, practical knowledge and intelligence points, wits and charms, but even less affections for people beyond the borders of common altruism and basic skills and emotions required for maintaining a functional social and an efficient love life. In other words, I couldn't care less. But words are my passion, my stimulant and my reaction. I am your challenge. Show me what you got.

_Račica_