Word Porn

Failte, Reader. Welcome back if you're a regular.

It's been a while since I last wrote. I'm annoyed with myself because I really wanted to stick to posting a blog every week, but it's been tough fitting everything in since I got my new schedule after summer. I've also been trying to post and create in a way that my brain will allow me to publish. I'm re-learning the lesson I started of my blogging commitment with a few months ago - simplicity. 

For a long time too, I got caught up doing lots of things without really stepping back to decide exactly what I was passionate about. During summer in Ireland, I reconnected with the thing I have loved most for as long I can remember - writing. Since then, words have been flowing out of my fingers and dripping off my tongue in ways they never have before. And I'm bringing them to you - as well as teaching you techniques to use them when speaking in public, when presenting, and when writing. 

This week, after Spain's puente long weekend, which gave me time to relax and reset, I'm starting again, aiming now to link my weekly podcast email broadcast with a blog post. Do sign up below, so you stay in the loop and get alerts. You won't get a load of crappy spam emails, I can assure you of that. I find email marketing considerably challenging, yet I love writing to people and hearing back from you by email. It's a little like the letters of the past. I adore the depth of connection. Thus, I'm changing my mindset on it. Emailing, blogging, and podcasting are all about words - written and spoken - and words are my favourite things in the world (well, after orgasms, so imagine what happens when words get sexy - as they have on the podcast this week). 

On this week's Connected Communication episode, I shared a poem I wrote last week while sitting on the beach. It's raunchy. It's unusual. It's dark. I wouldn't have shared it publicly a year ago. I'm not even sure I'd have allowed my brain to let the words come out in the way they did. There's a lesson in that for me. For a few years, I lost touch with my deepest, most sensual senses. Trauma and a lack of loving affection numbed me, so all these sexy thoughts and ideas went dormant. I've had to do as Bessel Van Der Kolk says in his book, "The Body Keeps the Score," re-stimulate my senses to bring back into physical awareness the "subtle sensory, body-based feelings" within me. 

I have to be honest, I love the poem, dark as it might be. I've used it to demonstrate the literary speaking and writing techniques I taught in the episode this week. I'm also going to post it below (the blog title promised you word porn after all). If you're a speaker, teacher, presenter, coach, trainer, writer or simply a lover of words, you'll enjoy the episode that comes with it. Listen HERE.

So, grab yourself a lollipop or some melted chocolate and strap in for the ride. 

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*****Come Ride With Me*****

Crash and ripple, roll and whirl.
I am the ebbing sea.
Curling twirling daring you
to take a ride with me.
I'll draw you in,
I'll suck you down
into my darkest depths.
My hand will hold your body low
pressing hard upon your chest,
squeezing out what's left of air,
rushing as you wheeze.
Come ride my insides ... do you dare?
Don't make me beg and plead.
See me stretch before you,
hear my caresses to you call.
Tip your toes into my moistened mouth,
up your ankles feel my spittle crawl.
Step into me, allow your legs,
your thighs, your buttocks to sigh.
Gently ease into my cold,
moan, release your cry.
With eager fingers search me,
split me open wide.
Plunge now, head first in you come.
You've dared and so we ride.
Crash and ripple, roll and whirl.
With glee we pulse and press,
pleasurably plundering one another,
then pressing hard I hold your chest.
Squeezing out what's left of air
rushing as you wheeze –
Crash and ripple, roll and whirl.
You now rest at peace in me.

(c)Christine Mullaney