Telling the truth is erotic.
It is akin to open mouth kisses shared with a lover.. hot, intense, long kisses... of the kind given not on the first or second time you start that process of shared intimacy that I find more intense than sex, but, the ones you find yourself part of when you've started looking forward to seeing this person, when you want to tell them...things.
It's that point when you lie next to each other, digging deep to the depths.. past the mundane parts, offering up bits and pieces of yourself. "Here I am." you say, waiting... holding your breath... will the truth you give up, large or small... be rejected or accepted, and made part of them?
Anyone who takes some deep part of you, some hard told truth... who takes it, listens, puts it away inside of them... makes you part of their existence, and them part of yours... just as that deep hot long intense kiss binds you to your lover.
Erotic, indeed.
me~sorta
- quin browne
- denver/new york/new orleans/silverstone, United States
- new orleans remains my heart, my hometown, my culture; new york is my lover, london my dream. "the young quin had dreamed of a life where she was actively loved and only occasionally ignored"
these? these are important...
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15 comments:
Intense. Awesome.
I always kind of thought of that in terms of "honesty" than "truth" (as in, saying something that isn't a lie is also truth, but doing so for harmful purposes is more dishonest than lying out of kindness) but I know exactly what you mean. And I love love LOVE how you worded this, better than I could have anyway.
Indeed. Beautifuly written.
Me too, what Golfwidow said.
Wow, Quin, just wow!
Inquiring minds want to know: has there been any recent confiding of this sort?
no, just the thought that truth is erotic.
when told to friends, to lovers... lies are bland bits of rocks on a landscape of dust.
truth is a woven silk rug of rich colours tied with love and trust.
Except when you tell the truth about having ditry thoughts about midgets. That's not erotic. That's creepy.
we can share our thoughts about midget clowns later...
....shhhh.
very nice
Yes, yes...
I deep hot long love this.
SOMEONE had better appreciate the truth or i'll strangle him with his own shirt.
QB--stole your iraq counter! Thanks!
quin- this was unsettling. like in the skin unsettling, you know? Even from a long time ago.
Sometimes words can come back to haunt you.
"I didn't ask you to share the confidences, did I?"
Then you shrink just a little bit.
a~it's never asking, is it? in some cases, it flows out... the trust you feel.
never shrink, i think it's a good thing to trust someone enough to open up... at least for me it is. yes, i wonder if i've done the right thing, but, i have the confidences given to me, and feel a sense of being someone's home.. that they gave them to me to hold.
"Telling the truth is erotic."
That is entirely dependent upon your past. Shoot, let me borrow the line for a story.
all of us have a past, wp..it's the freedom of being open, in all ways.
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