writing is a lot like

Beginning as a twinge of desire, a wandering mind embracing a lust to enjoin, a craving is formed, enticing and compelling forward to accomplish the act, to create an expression, to experience that sweet release so desired… …the need grows deeply...

Chasing the wild meanderings; teasings of thoughts and words play forth, mixing, waxing and waning, grabbing their attentions for place, for prominence...

...Letters, Words... touching, playing, positioning themselves for pairing...

...tweakings commence, feeling out the phrases and the mouthing of words, the thrusts of tongues, of language... engaging and arousing the senses. Grabbing definitions, holding on to their roundnesses, nibbling their phrases in the mouth, biting their meanings, tasting their various particulars; and forming a hard fullness; making contact, touching them with such placements. Elongated mannerisms and nuances slide easily into place; excitement builds because the deed is actually being done...

...Sentences, Paragraphs... melding together in writhing embraces, wrapping themselves in ecstatic closeness.

Momentum builds faster and faster, surging into the whole... a steady rhythm lubricates the progress, adding to the excitement and creating a need for release; for completion of the act, the piece is imminently filled with expression. Passion overwhelms, and desire calls to be finished, to receive that needed climax, that expression of communing…

The intensity increases… still greater, still higher... continuing on; strong and steady, electrifying every sense, every intent striving toward a single goal, a solitary aim of an overwhelming climax... the final phrase completely fulfilling the message and delivering seeds of thought. Slowly and gently a mutually communicating transfer of emotion between the giver and recipient is shared... that happy joy wells up within; the satisfaction of being fully filled and fully spent...has been sweetly accomplished...

...Intercourses of structure plays softly, finishing another pass, another perusal of soft glances, lightly touching back to the places just passed over, just experienced, just enjoyed...

Now sitting back, observing the beauty of heated passions, of a forced and joyful release, the air pungent with the sweet aroma of desired accomplishment... a glowing contentment from a completed joy... basking in the happiness of a successful pleasuring... shines... peacefully.


...a completion...

...a work of art...