Seek Me

When my fingers are in your mouth
and you are
somewhere between hysteria and sleep
as the wetness of my tongue
makes hairs curl in the humidity
seek me

When your eyes can't break from me watching
the beautiful contortions and intricacies
of pleasure race across your face
when I can't concentrate anymore
when I no longer seem myself
seek me

When my face is lost under the heaviness
of sweat infested locs
and my breath won't calm itself
when my words come from a depth that
reverberates within you like a good baseline
seek me
because

When you are with me
entering me
tasting me
lost in me
I find you

and I call your name
when you have found my hiding place

I Can Tell

Your embrace is like the sweetest melody, enveloping me till I close my eyes.
That kiss tells me you're ready to let the outside world tend to itself for awhile.
You walk away too soon.
I want to feel your hand on my face again.
I lost myself for a moment with my lips on your wrist.
Your pulse was saying something.

I allow you to walk away from me, and before you take the second step, your hand extends behind you.
I don't make you have to say it twice.
My hand is in yours before you take the next step.

I keep my eyes on yours as you peel off your clothes. They say to keep touching you.
Tugging the shirt over your head, my fingers find their way to your spine, my lips your chest. That exhale said I'm doing just what you want me to.

Looking down at you, I love to watch the way your hands taste my thighs. The way they gulp my skin to the rhythm of the ride.
The sound emanating from your chest speak for your closed eyes and open mouth. I answer by kissing you and following your guiding hands. They say you're close.

The adjustment of silence between our bodies before you descend over me, is shattered by the way my legs wrap around your waist.
A hand between us touching both bodies as my hands glide over your head. My breath and teeth against your neck speak more words than I can gather.

Your pace stops and I open my eyes to the feeling of hands gulping my thighs, once again.
 You have something else to say, I can tell by the way your tongue moves.

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