Words.

Every night she heard his voice.  Her energy craved his touch, she wanted his hunger to devour her.  She needed to feel him, to love him.  He was real, he was more real then the tears rolling down her face and she succumbed to the realization that her reality would only be the words of a fantastical dream she would savor forever.  Would it be enough for her love stricken soul?  The world he was offering was but a story, and she knew stories ended.  She raved with jealousy of the book they were making and read together, how could this be?  How was he able to make her want him with such desires, desires she never knew before.  How was this possible?  Having pleasure with just words? No actual touching skin to skin? How was this possible?  Being made love to with only words?? He was everything she thought never existed.  How was this possible? 

                                                                                                                        MJ 6/5/2020