chakras

She is Africa.
Legs longer than the Nile.
The soil of her soul is where minerals are found.
Diamonds of calm.
Gold pieces of wisdom.
I am of her earth and long to be inside her earth.
She feeds me.
Offers my roots strength.
She models.
This universe is her catwalk.
I watch her strut. No. glide.
Slient.
Floats on melanin.
She is the new black.
She is the old black.
Her spirit aligns me.
I want to make love to her chakras.
I want to slide into her red.
Glide into her orange hue.
Taste it.
Converse with her yellow.
Busk in its glow.
Kiss her green.
Heal it with the lips of my nurturing.
Caress her blue.
Touch it. Feel its pulse. Its vibration.
Open the legs of her purple.
Go deep inside her.
Touch her roof. Her crown.
Give her long strokes until she orgasms white light.

OMG

I love how you call out his name
Repeat it
Call out to him for forgiveness
Plead for mercy
Beseech to stay in this pleasurable sin
Snarl his name
Your tone coarse
Vexed joy
Submissive worship
How you sing it
Lift your voice up on high
Praise him
How you exhale hard
Pronounce his name between gasps
Drag it out from the pit of your belly
Let it grate against your vocal cords
How it spills out your mouth
Love how it is preceded with profanity
How you say his name like a question
Call it out like a revelation
Scream it out wanting confirmation
Wanting salvation
Say it like a mantra
Mediate on it
I love how it pops out your mouth
Changes pace each time you say it
Fast and sudden
Slow and drawn out
Rises and falls in staccato octaves
Love how vowel sounds trail after it
Expressed with raw emotion
Whispered under short breaths
How you say it with strength
Moan it with full body conviction
Mumble it with weak surrender
Say it with disbelief
I love how when we sex you moan
Oh
My
God

Self evident (the greatness)

Pillows scattered on the floor
Bed sheets crumpled
Condensation on the window
Bed springs worn down
Perspiration glistens on skin
Muscles fatigued
Body tremors from exhaustion

church (sunday evening service)

Our church
It is on the 11th floor
Our Sunday service starts when we check in
We meet in the sanctuary of these four walls
I am your pastor
Your senses are my congregation
We worship
Give thanks
Our moans are loud proclamation

Bedroom Bully

I am your authority
I will use my hardness to make you yield
Assault you with strong strokes
Intimidate you with my girth
Threaten you with my stamina
Become your mattress predator
Attack you with vicious force

when you moan

When you moan
When you release your vocal expression of bliss
It compounds my pleasure
Causes me to soar higher
Sends me spinning
Makes me want to drive faster to the destination of your release

Kemi’s choice pt3 – interactive erotica

The thoughts rolled around in Kemi’s head. Possibilities, scenarios and images of endless pleasures began to slide over each other in Kemi’s wet thoughts. She began to think about sucking on Moses while Nia sucked on her clit. She closed her eyes and stood still letting the imaginary sensation take over her.
‘Well!? What do you think of my proposal?’ Nia’s voice shook Kemi back to reality, made her jump.
‘Er, er … er … I … er … I don’t …er ….’ Kemi was overwhelmed. Nothing had been promised, no guarantee of sex made yet she was disoriented at the thought. She stammered trying to pull together her thoughts and a coherent sentence. Nia chucked down the phone.
‘It’s no pressure, its just three people having drinks and shaking a leg. I promise I’ll be a good girl … as long as you want me to that is. You know where I am. Text me if you’re coming and I’ll come out and meet you to so your fella can get in.’ Nia hung up.

Kemi’s heart galloped in her chest, raced hard; jumped fences of logic. It raced towards her desire to have both of them; to set in motion the hopeful inevitable outcome of them fucking. Kemi turned and walked back into the club and was swallowed by the baseline of Konshens ‘Gyal a bubble’ as she stepped through the doorway. She stopped in her tracks, taken by surprised at the song. She knew 80% of her work colleagues wouldn’t be able to understand the words let alone dance to it. Shocked at how the baseline hummed in her body amplifying her tingles. Her waist wanting to break free and whine, her booty wanted to bounce and flick. Bashment always made her horny but with the offer just laid on her plate. Who was awaiting her downstairs as well as at Candy Bar made her extra horny. Nia and Moses she thought to herself … Nia AND Moses. She descended the stairs back into the sea of PWC intoxicated staff. People danced. Rocked and swayed to the music. Bumping Kemi cause her to move to the rhythm of the crowd. Her pussy was wet. As she got deeper into the partying bodies she thought about Moses and how his hardness pressed on her earlier. Konshens’ lyrics were instructing her to bubble, to whine, asking the question ‘how dis party ah look suh?’ She saw Moses leaning against a wall watching his colleagues partying and waiting for her to return. The fresh air from outside made Kemi realise how much she had had to drink but she was too horny to care. She was a horny wild cat and Moses was her pray. She snuck through the tall grass of the crowd taking her time to approach Moses with stealth. Pausing and hiding behind clusters of people as not to be seen. Focused, deliberate, her moves patient as she approached with precision. Moses was looking to his left when she was ended up by his side. She cupped his dick in her hand causing him to jump and drop his glass.
‘Shit! what the fuck?’ Moses looked at Kemi with disbelieving shock.
Kemi lips curled upwards, her eyes full of lust, her smile sinister.
‘Grab your coat, we’re leaving.’