Just A Thought
What she asks of me
She says she feels drawn to me when we are together
Like some type of magnet or perhaps maybe lint to a sweater
And it’s not because I sweat her
In fact, it’s the opposite
She told me she can feel vibrations on her clitoris and my warm touch on her inner thighs
And I can tell she’s being honest when I look into her eyes
When she looks at me
It causes me not to breathe or even think
“Have you ever had a taste for something you just have to have,”
Is what she asked
To have something so soft and so warm yet still be aggressive
Aggressive and persuasive
Enough to ensure we stay connected without forcing her hand
Or my own
Have you ever had a thought that you can feel in your body?
A THOUGHT you can feel in your body
A thought you can feel
Like feeling every…
Single...
Moment...
Is what she asked of me
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AfterWORDS: Just A Thought
what she asks of me
The Archive
This poem lived in my notes app for years alongside hundreds of others, waiting. That’s how a lot of Poerotica works. Pieces written long before this space existed, sitting quietly in a phone until the right moment arrived to share them. Poerotica became that moment.
The catalog you’re reading isn’t just new work. It’s years of accumulated thought finally finding a home. This one waited long enough that I can’t even tell you exactly where it came from or what sparked it. Sometimes that’s how it goes. The poem exists. That’s enough.
Two Voices
This poem moves differently from almost everything else in the catalog because it isn’t one voice. It’s two. Her observations, his responses. Her questions, his surrender. The poem builds itself out of that exchange, moving back and forth between what she says and what he witnesses:
“She says she feels drawn to me when we are together / Like some type of magnet or perhaps maybe lint to a sweater”
The lint and sweater image is deliberately casual. Almost self deprecating before the poem reveals how serious everything actually is. That’s the setup. By the time she’s describing vibrations on her clitoris and he’s forgetting how to breathe, the opening lightness makes the depth hit harder.
The Typographical Choice
“A THOUGHT you can feel in your body”
That capitalization isn’t accidental. It’s a visual disruption. The word breaking its own rules mid-stream, the way a thought sometimes does when it arrives with more force than expected.
It asks the reader to slow down, to look twice, to feel the word differently on the page than they would if it were printed normally. That’s a poet making a choice that only works on the page and trusting the reader to feel it.
A Thought You Can Feel
“Have you ever had a thought that you can feel in your body?”
This is the most original idea in the poem and the moment it transcends the physical entirely. The poem has been building toward this. The magnetism, the vibrations, the warmth, the eye contact that stops breathing. And then she names what all of it actually is. Not desire. Not lust. A thought. Something that originates in the mind and radiates outward until the body can’t tell the difference between thinking and feeling.
That’s the most intimate thing in the catalog. Not the explicit content. The idea that someone can think about you hard enough that you feel it.
The Deceleration
“Like feeling every… / Single… / Moment… / Is what she asked of me”
The poem slows itself down deliberately at the end. The ellipses forcing pauses, the line breaks creating space between each word. After the rhythm and momentum of everything before it, this landing is almost still.
She isn’t asking for pleasure or connection or transcendence. She’s asking to be fully present. To feel every single moment as it happens. That’s a harder ask than anything else in the poem.
Why This Belongs in Poerotica
Most of the catalog lives in the body. In heat and motion and desire that demands to be answered. This poem lives somewhere else. It lives in the space between two people before anything physical happens. In the moment when someone says something that rewires you completely and you realize this is going to be different.
“When she looks at me / It causes me not to breathe or even think”
That stillness is its own kind of intimacy. The suspended breath, the stopped thought. Poerotica has always argued that desire is more than physical. This poem is the purest expression of that argument in the entire catalog.
Even the title “Just A Thought.” As if to say casually, with a straight face, this thing that just changed everything. That understatement is the final move and it lands.
Your Thoughts
Have you ever had a thought you could feel in your body? Someone who occupies your mind so completely that the thinking becomes physical? A warmth, a pull, a presence you can locate somewhere specific inside you?
Drop a comment. Let’s talk about the thoughts that feel like more than thoughts.
If you enjoyed this, you might also like:
Off Rhythm - When someone gets so far under your skin they scramble everything
Escape With Me - Run away with me to a place where only our flesh can exist
Your Attention, Please - Her need to read keeps me writing
"Have you ever
had a thought
you can feel
in your body?"
That question
lingers
long after
the poem ends.
It turns
desire
into something
almost philosophical.
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I write at The Reflective State, where one of my ongoing series is Mountain Mysteries—atmospheric tales of mystery, folklore and the unexplained set in the mountains of India. If curiosity ever brings you my way, I'd genuinely love to know what you think.