Manners

Sitting next to each other,
I'm caressing the edges of your face,
absorbed in the way you look at me.
Our lips find different ways to touch.
I feel my heartbeat between crossed legs.
My appetite for you is forcing its way out with each kiss.

My hunger is for more than food.
My taste buds crave a type of sweet-salty only flesh
and veins can produce.
Ravenous to the point of sloppy salivation,
I leave all clothes on the floor along with my decorum.
I consume you with my hands.
I feast on your moans.

To lay you down is to spread a buffet
before a starving beast.
To straddle your thigh is to feed a deeper craving.
Your hands in my hair
showing the fastest ways to your pleasure.
I savor the guidance.
Lost in the aroma of musk and that missing ingredient,
lips and thighs open wider.

Your thigh is soaked.
My mouth so full,
I have to swallow before I ask for seconds.
I do have manners, after all.

All Mine

I've been waiting for a moment like this.
Where I can lay my hands on my head
and let my fingers slip through
the lines that were once kinks.
I remember the shame
of my beads not hanging long enough.
Now, it's all mine

I've been waiting for a moment when,
I could make something all about me,
all of me,
and not have to sanitize it for anyone
who might not be able to relate,
but I've had to.
I can finally look in the mirror
and not wish another was there.
Now, I'm all mine.

Been waiting for a moment to
look back and grab the beauty,
the power,
the grace,
the majesty
of my legacy, of my ancestry
and bring it forward.
Like I do when I put my hands on my head
and let my fingers slip through the lines
that were once kinks.

It's all mine.

The Moment

I feel you.
Your arm on my belly.
Secured, for sure, in ways I can't imagine.
I hear your voice inside of me.
The way the bass shakes the giggles from my chest.
Your tongue pushes and pulls my nipple.
The escaping giggles fall upon my swaying breasts,
and as your lips surround the little tip of darkness.

I open my eyes.
Stifled giggles hide behind my fingers
because I can still feel your voice inside me.
I lay my arm on my belly, close my eyes
to return to the moment of falling giggles
upon swaying breasts.

Artist Muha Bazila