Words....

Half-cooked stories; half-baked stories; half-written stories; juggle up... the words get into my nerves, into my veins, into my bones, into my very breathing pattern. When men make love to me- they feel my words, they suck my words, they thrust into my words, they hurt my words, they caress my words, they rub my words, they kiss my words. ... When they leave...they carry the taste of my words. I wince in pain, I rejoice in happiness. And.... I deliver a collection of words called - "A Novel"