Scenes from a Fetish by Laura Roberts

photo: Flickr user Phoney Nickle

SCENE I:

Write those words on my body as you seduce me. You know the three I am thinking of, the three everyone dreams of. Trace them gently, teasingly. Carve them deep. Press them into my skin, so deep I can feel them in my bones. Let them pump through my veins with every uneven thump of my little black heart.

Love me. Love me. Love me.

SCENE II:

Write me a story, love. Write me of pleasure and passion and pain, just the hint of it. Draw me in close with promises, with tales. Stroke me softly as you weave a tapestry of sound, a saga spanning decades. Tell me everything there is to know about you, but slowly. Build to the climax, the place we both know—the scene where I enter your story and You are replaced by We. Show me your life before me without fear.

1916 Self Portrait Assemblage, Man Ray (photo: artculture.com)

SCENE III:

In this, our final chapter, our heroine discovers it is not the man but the words that activate her desire. The man is inconsequential, secondary. It is his hand, writing, that drives her mad with lust. It is the formation of beautiful words that endears her so. It is the content of his mind more than the shape of his lips that draws her, magnetically, to his side.

Words are her true love, the life-long affair whose flame will never burn out. Her passion extends only so far; to writers, to herself.

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Laura Roberts is the editor of Black Heart Magazine and the author of the forthcoming novel Naked Montreal.