there are all kinds of force

there is the soft touch
that push that sends you reeling
all out of proportion
with the actual action itself

a brush of lips, against the
inside of a wrist;
a firm glancing caress, over
the small of the back;
a surreptitious hand, casually
laid on the back of a neck;
a breath, warm and moist,
against the contours of an ear;
a pair of seated thighs, casually parted
in a skirt, in public, revealing panties -
or lack thereof

and then there are those other touches

the thud of a body, slammed
up against a wall;
the thrust of fingers, shoved
roughly, into an unprepared hole;
the slap of an open palm, stinging
across the bridge of a cheekbone;
insulting words, insinuating
in a controlled voice, dictating;
tender parts that ache, grabbed
pushed, pulled, this way and that

control is gauging effectively
impact, speed, distance
and the force required to
make the intended point
bring someone else
into your world and
keep them there

11/20/2007

Posted on 11/20/2007
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