I want to make your soul cum
Your spirit shudder
And your aura squirt
We are laces. Bound to each other. Our sex leaves us in knots. Tangled. We form loops. Crisscrosses. Dangling over the edge of our bed. Sometimes we become so tightly tied we are left tucked to the shoes of satisfaction. We fuck like laces on a fresh pair of Jordan’s. Take flight. Soar. Slam dunk moves on each other. Other times we are laces on a pair of timberlands. Worn rugged. Get dirty. Then next we are laces on a pair of classics. We make love like 90s fashion and music.
We are laces…
The moon gasps silent mouth open wide
It longs to orbit the melanin plants of us
Float in the space of our skin’s galaxy
Our tingles number more than stars
No, we are stars
Giant spheres of mahogany plasma held together by our lustful gravity
We burn bright hotness
Our moans form milky ways
Shudders collide inside us like meteors
Climax supernovas, a Big Bang
Create new worlds made in our image
I want to taste you
the way ink tastes paper
Sink into your very being
A script of my desires
transcribed through tongue
Etched into visible orgasms
that others can see
written all over your face
Our love is music
It’s a rhythm. A vibration.
A drum beat created in Africa
It’s a dance.
Communication through sound waves, frequencies.
A conduit to our ancestors
It feeds our soul, lifts our spirit.
Our love is music
Sex is so much more than physical
It’s spiritual. It’s sacred. It’s cosmic.
Sex is a manifestation of this universe.
This universe is made of melanin.
This universe is mirrored within us, in our
cells. We are made in the image of it/God.
Our orgasm is an internal Big Bang.
When we cum we give birth to galaxies.
We are the creator. We transform energy.
sex is so much more than physical
It’s spiritual. It’s sacred. It’s cosmic