One of the reasons good sex can make people lose their mind and act all crazy and irrational is because of the side effects.
You see, good sex gives the recipient freedom, freedom from self, from life, from the limitations of the physical and mental self. It adds validity to one’s existence. It stirs the soul. Good sex empowers. Causes us to feel what it truly means to be human.
Good sex makes us feel protected yet vulnerable. It gives peace of mind, clarity and alleviates worry. releases stress. it takes away societal constraints. self imposed doubts. It connects us with another being – even if said connection is only one way.
Good sex answers questions. It presents itself as the thing we’ve been searching for all our adult lives. It is THE solution. It offers hope. Plus it feels amazing.
So when a person manages to secure good sex (and even if it doens’t come with the add-ons of looks, great body, conversation and laughter) and a mo’fo tries to give that same sex to someone else – or worse someone tries to take it from us, guess what …. that person will lose their mind.
This is the side effects of good sex. Enjoy it at your own risk.
The way he would do me from behind. Our skin slapping together. That bitter-sweet sensation of him going real deep. That feels good, with a subtle hit of pain. Our skin sounded like church tambourines. He would hold my hips, pull me backwards, pull me onto him as he thrusted hard, deep, long. I’d grip the bedsheet, clutch them. I could feel him tilt and dip his hips as he thrusted, pounded me. Moans would come from my mouth but not sound like me. I’m all kinds of shaking, toes scrunched up. Then he’d say “Say it!! Call out his name!!”
I’ve got to admit the first time he commanded me to do it I was like wtf! But now, it’s just…
Let me explain. He’s ‘thing’ was to have me call out the Lord’s name when we were fucking.
Yeah!! I know right, crazy huh!?! But when you think about it most people do it naturally without thinking about it. But… when you do it consciously, when you’re told to do it, it’s a whole new ball game.
So, as I was saying. I’d be on my knees, on the edge of the bed, face buried in bedsheets and he’d be going in… and going it.
‘Say it!! Call out his name!’
Sometimes I’d hold back, grit my teeth, clench my nukki and be obstinate. Of course this is to piss him off, get him vex. It always worked. He’d go harder, spread my ass cheeks so he could go deeper, hit my roof.
‘Fuck! Oh my God! Yes. Yes! Shit!
He’d thrust in at an angle
‘Jesus! Oh God, oh God, oh God… yes! Oh God! Fuck! Oh fuck!
If you’d like to have me finish the story let me know.
I want to converse with you in poetry
Celebrate you like new birth
Inspire you like art
Uplift you like music
Worship you like God
Honour you like queen
Love you like a sunset
it sounds like hymns
Feels like jazz
Moves me like African drums
Tastes like Motown…
Her wetness is aqua acoustic nubian melodies.
With focus & intent
Taste her …
I love when you straddle my mouth. Look down into my eyes. Slow whine & silently mouth the word ‘fuck!’
Sun smiles bright
Adorns us with heat
We lay in long grass
Submerged in its fingers
Listen to nature
Accentuate with candy floss sounds of distant laughter
Cloudless firmament spans over head
Arms of the sky open wide
Heat prickles our skin
We are parched
Humidity smothers us
We are deep in silent dialogue
Fingertips converse with mahogany skin
Touches on topics of sensitive areas
Causes axons to giggle
I tell you of my dehydration
Bit your bottom lip
Legs open like the horizon
The sun fans itself
Feather breeze pauses
Catches its breath
Take a sip
Quench my longing
Your waters fall
You create a rainbow on my tongue
My tongue dances in your rain
The sky jealous of the beauty we create