Sometimes I indulge in words like it's a forbidden pleasure...the words just leap into my mouth like moths to flame.....a fiery fatal attraction...they hop onto my tongue and sway around......a slow seductive dance turning into a rage of frenzied passion....
They splash around my teeth mirthfully and softly serenade my palate and in a fluid move sink into my skin being drawn to it like it's in a lethal quicksand....
Some words just rub against my tongue like a feline in a moment of happiness, purring in the obvious joy of a caress earned.... some just land with a painful thud making it's presence felt...some creep in like a whisper almost unheard, tickling the top of my palate.....
But there are some words that weave complicated webs across my mouth tangling my sensibilities in their intricacies...they confuse me...muddle me up....until i drown in their murky pool of ambiguity...a victory won by them....another lost by me...
And sometimes I'm triumphant as I tug on their equestrian reins which are in the control of my senses..which steers them in the direction I want.....a battle won....
But they all have the same taste.....the words....with a bittersweet twang.. like that of a sour orange....overpowering fragrance.....tangerine?
