Words.

I melt.

I'm not sure how best to say it, but I melt.

I melted with the words as it caressed me. It touches my face, runs itself through my hair, wraps an arm around my waist, envelopes me like a blanket, wraps itself all over me. I can nearly taste it, feel it with my mouth, my fingers.

And yet it is still so far. It sits there, on its throne, while I am grovelling at its feet. It's ordering me around without moving an inch from its seat. It's turning me inside out, turning me into a wreck beneath that calm surface.

Yet I love it as much as I hate it. I love it and I want more of it.

Oh my god. I am having sex and my partner is words.