11th August, 2015

There are some places that can’t be touched and there are some places that can’t be kissed and there are some places that need to be kissed and some of those places haven’t been discovered. I’m a handbook. Sex is like drivers ed. Am I crying, or shaking from pleasure? Dirty. Sometimes hands are there that aren’t really. Sometimes fare fine linen fingers feel like brown bony paws that don’t listen to “let go”. 
Fuck me. Even when my eyes get glossy and you’re wondering if I’m still there. I’m there. Grab me. Sex isn’t always this way. 

Sometimes I’m in charge, but it isn’t freaky. Don’t call me a freak, call me lovely. I can fuck fuck fuck, but don’t whisper that it’s dirty; it isn’t “dirty”. Sweating and running make-up. Heavy breathing. Wheres my body, wheres my mind? Don’t call it nasty. It’s not “nasty”. Grabbing, groping, grinding; it isn’t lewd. Don’t call me a slut. 
Touch me and remind me that I’m pleasing. Touch me and remind me that there’s only me. Touch me and enjoy it. Enjoy me.
I want the lights on. I want the lights off. I want you you you. 

Sex isn’t always this way; sometimes I’m in charge.
Lagos, Nigeria
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