private fishing for a pen-friend
an invitation to shrutee to be a pen-friend. stimulated by the vivid brevitas of her words, here, which brought me back to writing after three years away.
there’s a moistness, a flesh, in the way you write; like the taste of sweat caught by a lustful tongue before if falls off a quivering breast. if your words were a shaft, then my mind, legs spread apart. they took me before i could even blink, and with silent gasps they were swallowed whole.
i’d love to see words, yours and mine, so raw so aroused, flitter back-and-forth like lovers entwined, across lands and oceans and skies-azure, through time and dust, till silence (or a rancid postman) do them part.