The words you say to me bounce around inside my body long after they’ve left your lips. Their meaning determines where they finally land.

Let me explain.

When you tell me that I’m beautiful, your words go in my ears and tumble downward to my legs. When you tell me you miss me, your words go to my hands and fingertips. When you tell me something that gives me insight, makes me laugh, or inspires me to dream, your words wind up in my heart.

When you say “pile drive,” or anything else erotic/erotic-adjacent for that matter, the words roll through me like syrup. They coat me from throat to foot before eventually consolidating and converging in….you can probably guess where sexy words end up.

Your words take effect where they land. They make my legs run a bit faster. They make my hands want to hold your hands. Your words make my fingertips want to graze your jaw, your cheeks. Your words fill my heart, causing it to swell with hope and (sometimes) agonizing longing.

When you tell me that you love me and that I will always be in your life, and that I am your buddy, your words reverberate throughout my body. They never come to rest in any particular place and they never disappear. They become a part of me. They become a part of my own sweetness.