The Porch Swing: WORD of the day

The BK Porch. Thoughts from Reflection and Response resident artist Samuel Bostick take the page in installment IX of his WORD of the day project…

Photo courtesy of Creative Commons, Jim Natale.

Sensation n.  1. a) A mental process, as seeing hearing or smelling, resulting from the immediate external stimulation of a sense organ often as distinguished from a conscious awareness of the sensory process. b) Awareness, as of heat or pain, due to stimulation of a sense organ. c) A state of consciousness due to internal bodily changes. d) An indefinite bodily feeling. 2) Something (as a physical stimulus, sense-datum, or afterimage) that causes or is the object of sensation. 3) a) A state of excited interest or feeling. b) A cause of such excitement; especially a person who is in some respect exceptional or outstanding.

WORD of the day: Sensation

Sands of time falling, no rewind—sifting motion from present to past. Future forever suspended in conceptual imagination. Like you I struggle day in, day out—fighting for beliefs, spiritual battles and wandering shoes on streets.

Music hopping  hips across the soulful wonders of human connection. Electronic pulses rocking bodies closer and closer. Funk for him grime for she, let us get down to the nasty rhythms, leave orbit behind, let’s make dirty mouths even dirtier. Lady, Second that motion and we can function properly. Everything wrong becomes right in front of my eyes as I study the ins and outs of your mind body and soul. I undress your disguise; tugging, ripping, pulling it all off with gentle eyes. Free your intuition while I tie you down, set aside your conscious—let’s fool around. Teasingly smooth entry, my finger caressing the O to every flirtatious ‘lol’ you send my way. You see, to me that L-O-L resembles something much more than laughter. And every time you hurry and cover up risqué statements with ‘jk’ somehow in my eyes watch as the ‘J’ slips off only to be replaced by  the letters ‘F-U- C’  all wrapped up with a  ‘me’ that closely follows. I like it though, the chase that is. I read once that a Gentleman is but a patient wolf. Maybe I’m just trippin, my mind drifting off into oceans of passion and pleasure. This is but a preview, feature presentation coming soon (and never to end).

Fix your mouth that sexy way you do, say yes, hold out extra long on the pronunciation of the -ssss and let that develop into sssseductive whispers, silent sweats, rolling climaxes, and forbidden requests all met with that simple three letter response; yes.

Enter the erotic, become the fantasy of my lustful heart. Already you’ve captivated my desire. So to hell with these words! Let it be spoken in heavy breathing and may it be written into my skin while your nails dig into this passionate platform. Express it loudly through the captivation as it spreads across your face. Bite your lip first, then mine. Yes mine next. Tossing, crossing, erasing and replacing that expired line which once distinguished pleasure from pain, at this point the only registry is we must be FUCKING INSANE.

Let me in, unlock my cage, I promise to be Good. *fingers crossed*. Your legs and mine twisted into wicked knots. Running my tongue up your spine we both find ourselves lost.

A comforting reminder that the window is open, the breeze flows over us both…neither of us seems to mind the company. It must be right, what we do, to bring out that beautiful smile across your face. Climb up and never stop, rock steady, swing round; feminine contours, graceful curves redefining with each explosive swerve.  Senseless determination, captives to heightened sight, smell, taste, feeling—feeling—feeling, hearing. Estas Deliciosa. A blurred recognition of reality and fantasy. You want I give, I want you give. Sensational satisfaction.

Alive again, I’ll let you out if you promise to be bad. My hands upon your neck, yours find support in my chest. Say it louder; make all other thoughts in my head pass. Go to war with any reservation I may hold. My hands grasp you, my mind a blank slate—spell out what you desire, spill yourself onto me…you have my full attention. Become what you’ve always wanted yet never known. A reservation for two; one for she and one for me. This fire produced in the most intimate of places.

Take a walk with me never to return the same.

Reflection and Response.

Samuel Bostick

@THEREALSHANTS

the LIFESTYLE’s role is to create collective space for active Reflection and Response through the arts. This space is built around dialogue, expression, collaboration, and artistic (ex)change involving international craftspeople and their realities. The Porch Swing series opens up a Reflection and Response residency where we feature a Collective member’s ongoing project through weekly installations.

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