As I write this, a part of me enters you. My words penetrate. You open your mind to me like a woman opens herself to her lover. If I’m good, my words caress you, excite you, and bring you joy. I slip into you - filling your mind with my own most private essence (my thoughts). The tap, tap, tap of my typing is a sort of rhythmic thrusting; if I’m good my rhythms bring joy to both of us. Ultimately a part of my essence flows into you, carrying the seeds of potential new life. I impregnate you from the core of my being. Like the genes from a lover’s body, the memes from my mind pass meaning from my life to yours. A part of me and a part of you combine and something new grows within you. In the end you give birth to a new idea, a new emotion, a new perspective on an old memory, and possibly a whole of way of experiencing the world. The best writers make love; the worst simply rape. Blessed be the good ones! Now I lay back, my energies spent, and I wonder: Was it good for you?
2006-06-27
17:30:12
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