Sikiliza

My love, I am beginning to think that the idea  I had of not knowing how to dance is all in my mind… How else can I explain the flawless rhythm of our lovemaking? When my pulse and your heart beat is in sync... And how my heart skips at simply the sight of you… When you embrace me close and how I enjoy rubbing against you… Writhing and entwining in and around each other Never missing a beat, Wordless; This dance of ours is nothing short of a miracle. But I also need to ask who invented kisses; Because I suspect you had something to do with this How else can I explain the near perfection that are your kisses The kind of kiss that stills the time All I can do is…breathe My love when your lips connect with mine it is incredible… I mentally remind myself to keep my eyes open the next time As soon as you reach towards me The anticipation of delicious sensations Send my eyes shut tight, feelings like this can only be p rocess...

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.

My love, I still feel the trail of kisses that left imprints on my body I can still taste you and go bashful when my body and mind remembers, YOU Even now, here, I get goose bumps just thinking about that look you give me I sit here contemplating those endless moments till I fall into your embrace Until then, all of me cherishes thoughts of your warmth and promise of passion. I am waiting.