Sikiliza

I am having a lazy evening. Just got off the shower and thinking of turning in soon after a long arduous day. It’s a dull silence because I am away for work; so none of those warm familiar sounds and motions of you in the house with me. I look out at the hotel room window staring blankly at the dim light at dusk.   Wrapped in my light kikoy, I enjoy twirling my fingers on the partly drawn lacey cream curtains. I should be conscious of the office building next door and prying eyes that may see me but I do not care. It is exhausting constantly worrying about being decent and respectable for neighbours when that is the last thing on my mind right now. Come to think of it, I feel there should be a right to be and feel indecent. Sigh. You would have laughed at that. I smile and remind myself to share that sorry attempt of humor with you when I return. As I loose the kikoy and enter the crisp sheets and duvet and imagine that it is our bed at home. ...

Let me whisper in your ear my deep devotion of the irresistible sexy dark skin you embody… Gliding along that smooth dark beautifully flawed skin filled with passion, scars and secrets… It looks tastes and feels like wild decadence of rich dark molten delectable chocolate … This silk that is your skin glows and is warm to the touch - giving rise to these deliciously pleasurable stirrings inside me… One black womxn loving womxn to another, your skin is an intoxicatingly beautiful escape and I long to loose myself in it. I love it deeply as I love you.