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What Use Have I For Words

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What use are words to me, they cannot trace The tender touch of fingers on my face They cannot kiss my lips, they cannot feel The passion in my heart that’s oh so real What use are words to me, I need to taste The rush of flavors of a love unchaste And lips that linger here and suckle there The hands that grip my mane of raven hair What use are words to me, my body aches For tender love that every border breaks Or passion’s rush in wanton frenzied need The intercourse of fantasies now freed What use are words to me, they can’t caress My body they can’t touch, nor dreams undress Eileen Manassian People sometimes get so caught up in the world of words...they forget what is real.

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Kp Nunez

Date: 2/2/2015 11:10:00 AM

Joining the group of people who are enthralled by your artistry. I am amazed by the love and camaraderie that sizzles in this virtual soup corner...felt, displayed, delivered, and sent across several continents...through words. I know, not in same context of your poem, but who cares? You are incredibly gifted! 7 and a fav! Warm smiles from the land of thousand isles :D Kim

Charmaine Chircop

Date: 2/2/2015 5:21:00 AM

Yes Eileen..It is just words,but words are powerful..They so many time capture my heart,my mind and soul,more than the real happenings in life,maybe because they are still the expression of feelings and thought.I f reallife is as beautiful as your words,what magic would that be.An amazing poem..Which keeps me thinking dear.

Arthur Vaso

Date: 2/1/2015 5:45:00 PM

By the way, I look just like than man in the photo, except I am 2 feet shorter, and 200 pounds bigger and have a completely different face, other than that, we could be Twins!!!!

Arthur Vaso

Date: 2/1/2015 5:39:00 PM

I am at a loss for words!!!!! :) :) :)

Robert Lindley

Date: 2/1/2015 5:02:00 PM

I am back again to add this great sonnet to my fav list, was in a hurry to send you that pm and forgot to do so ealier. lol

Robert Lindley

Date: 2/1/2015 4:01:00 PM

This is a very special write my friend. I'd go so far as to say a masterpiece in sonnet form IMHO.. A7 and pm on the way too.

John Fleming

Date: 2/1/2015 12:08:00 PM

This is all rather nice, Eileen. I really did enjoy reading it...very passionate! :) john.

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 2/1/2015 8:09:00 AM

I agree for me I need a combination of real with a spark of imagination to set the flame afire! When the two come together who knows what heights can be achieved.

David Meade

Date: 1/31/2015 9:11:00 PM

This is a gripping piece . . . words can do a lot of things . . . but without physical meaningful touch they lay flat in one dimension. When the word becomes flesh the spirit is woken up . . . alive. Here's to physical touch Little One.

Eileen Manassian
Date: 2/1/2015 4:25:00 AM

Yes, David...I'll drink to that. I so love physical touch....Oh...I love it when my hair is played with...Oh....it puts me to sleep. It's the most fantastic feeling. My daughter once posted a pic of a baby in sheer bliss to my FB page with this caption: The look on your face when someone plays with your hair...I love to cuddle. I love to caress...I love all those things that are expressions of love. My extended family are all cuddlers. We are very physical. I love that. Thanks for the post. Don't get me wrong...I ADORE WORDS. They are like a cyber hug, but sometimes there is a loneliness that only physical touch can fill. I ask for hugs all the time! ;)

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 1/31/2015 8:59:00 PM

hmmm, now that picture of that man. Is THAT real??? hahahaha. Not like any I know! HEy, girlie, this is absolutely wonderful. A BIG FAVE from ME. Great rhyming and rhythm and theme.

Eileen Manassian
Date: 2/1/2015 4:26:00 AM

Guy nothing....look at that woman! Good heavens! That is why we dream, woman! :) Thanks for the visit. You are a sweetie pie!

Ilene Bauer

Date: 1/31/2015 8:00:00 PM

wow! this is just gorgeous, eileen! one of my favorites from you!

Eileen Manassian
Date: 1/31/2015 8:02:00 PM

Gorgeous...That makes me beam. Thanks, Ilene. You are a sweetie pie.

Justin Bordner

Date: 1/31/2015 7:51:00 PM

We know when love is real...I've never fallen in love with words themselves, instead I have found love from their source Eileen. Poetry is the language of the heart 4 sure! This poem expresses frustration that we all struggle with from time to time, when passion for life craves to be experienced in every conceivable way, when our desires refuse to be satisfied...J.A.B.

Eileen Manassian
Date: 1/31/2015 7:57:00 PM

I fall in love with words. I can't deny that aspect of my nature. My love languages are touch and words of affirmation. Words have an intoxicating power over me....and if the source is true and genuine, then that is a heady mix. I've come to be more discerning. Words of passion and love must be consummated in acts of passion and love...That is the best joining of worlds. Thank you for your visit, Eagle. hugs

Casarah Nance

Date: 1/31/2015 6:10:00 PM

Wonderfully said! Sometimes we need more than words, but since there are words and you say them so well, I'll take em. :)

Eileen Manassian
Date: 1/31/2015 7:26:00 PM

Thanks, my dear Cas. Very sweet of you....