That was my status message in YM last night. And yes, that's how the talk about a "no-sensual activity" relationship came about when I was talking with Patrick. Though I was able to convince him in the end that it's possible to go around the said "clause" since intimacy can happen even without being sexual.
The point is, I wasn't referring to that on the first place. What I meant was that I wanted to use words, manipulate and work it on to express my deepest passion, not the other way around. I wanted to make love to the words, not to make love using words.
Yeah, I believe it's possible to make passionate love with words. To write the words languidly, slowly, then hastily to compose the perfect sentence. The perfect string of singular meaningless words, bursting into ecstatic release of emotion once read together. The fluidity and the continuous motion, clearly sliding out my hands, being transferred into paper, the infinite into finite, the invincible into something destructible.
Until I find my match, I'll make passionate love with words. It's enough to satiate my most intense longing. Try it.
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