i felt (like i was drugged) 8/31/2020
where are the answers i seek? are they written in the stars? the sand beneath my toes and feet? should i look inward and contemplate the secrets of the universe while sipping some tea?
i have been bold lately–and hungry. starving. i want to devour every opportunity and swallow his seed. grow a garden between my thighs and beg for him to come inside me. i’ve been entranced too–caught in a daze, my reflection reveals an image that seems new. bronzed skin glowing in the candlelight, lips puckered and full, is she a goddesss made flesh or is she who i’ve always pictured i’d be?
you are so handsome, baby. you fit between my hips, your hands can’t stop gripping me. i dreamt of the moment where you overwhlem me…with hands and teeth, spin me around and finger me while i scream…toss me on the bed and fuck me like you’re in a hurry. i’m lost baby, damn, did i forget my keys? chest on the sheets, skin slippery, you can’t seem to get a good grip. just you and me, brown flesh glidding, warm and supple from passion, time slips by–like relaxed afternoons simmering under the fading summer sun. damn, passion so hot, i felt like i was drugged.
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Mecca-Amirah Jackson 