Him
Him.
HIM
I feel as if the Mississippi is damn near about to gush out the meeting of my thighs.
Just at the memory of our first night.
I yearn
To soak in his alpha aura
It sends me into a deep calm
A sleep with my eyes open
To dream.
When he begins to open his mouth
to smile
to speak
I cannot help
the excitement to learn the inside works of his head
this man could be a prophet
a healer of the soul and spirit.
The teasing bites of his teeth against my skin
Soft thrushes
Hands brushing
Pudenda throbbing
My spine evaded by cold creep.
With him
I am elevated to a completely new realm
I could slide my tongue beneath his perfect teeth
How can a man be so delicious?
My wanting for Him is
Now
Everyday
Forever.
For him to fill me up
in empty spaces
to consume me.
To take me places between pleasure and pain
As if to break all my bones
And fix me up all again
My existed has been utterly bruised
by
Him.
Copyright © Kago Africa Kgosimore | Year Posted 2022
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