I can’t stop thinking about the last time he was inside me… He’s been living rent-free in my mind for a while but it’s okay because I know I’m in his too.

I miss the way he touches me and handles my body, he’s so gentle yet appropriately rough, a feeling no one else has given me just yet. 

I miss how when he sees me, he can’t think straight… he’d be damned if he didn’t stare and undress me with his eyes because he knows for sure that being in each other’s presence is enough to get us going, to get him so hard for me that he can’t ignore it and I love it. I love that being around each other is enough for us to want to tear our clothes off from the other’s body.

I miss his passion. 

I often think about the way he plays with his tongue on my clit as I press my thighs against his ears and push on his shoulders as if I’m ready to break away, while still holding on to him so his face can dig deeper into my punany because the pleasure overwhelms me… I lose all my power to him but he doesn’t stop, in fact, he turns his sensuality up a notch while asking me to spread my legs in a stern voice. It’s the power shift, I yield each time. 

I love the way his dick fills me up, especially from the back… it’s always even better when he sneaks up on me and grabs my body, engulfs me in his arms and kisses on my neck. There’s not a day we don’t crave each other … there’s not a day my body doesn’t yearn for him… There’s not a day I’m not wet when around him and – he can tell from across the room.

I miss smoking with him then sucking his dick as we’re getting high, the low moans he lets out as I go down on him … The risqué of a probable voyeur scene from us for his neighbours … I don’t care, I love feeling like I’m being watched… The way he lifts me from my knees, my face stained with his cum, to turn me around , akikagua mali..

He can see it too. He can see how much I’ve grown, how much better my skin glows. He swirls me around and my butt settles on his hard member. He pulls me in to smell my hair… and my neck. Black Opium by Yves St. Laurent . I know what this scent does… I know how addictive it is… I know he’ll never forget it, even if he smells it on another. 

XX

It took a while to get here;

To fully understand my curves and edges;

To fully understand how beautiful and sexy I was,

For a long time,

I was a shell lost at sea,

But the waves brought me home,

The constant back and forth of the tides;

Coming close,

But never really finding my way to shore;

But I’m finally here,

Firmly rooted in the sand,

Owning this space and relishing in it;

I’ve come to love bits about myself,

That I once thought imperfect;

Tracing my stretch marks as the beautiful work of art they are,

This love;

This beauty;

This confidence, is everything I imagined it to be;

And the struggle getting here,

The nights I cried in the mirror,

Comparing myself to my distorted version of beauty;

All seem to have been bringing me to this point;

Where I fell in love with my mocha,

And in turn made me aware of my confidence that I once shuddered in the presence of;

The journey was gruesome,

And there are times I felt like tearing my body apart;

But this love is priceless.

XX

I know It pulls him, the way I love my body now, he can tell that I’ve been taking care of myself – I’m not hiding anymore. I’m more comfortable … I’m ready to be the nastiest I’ve ever been in my life.

He goes in to rub my clit but I stop him because I don’t want him to use his hands… At least not till later. It’s my turn now, I came to show him that I missed him, but I wanted him to tell me how much he missed me too.

XX

I know he won’t let me take charge this round because I can see it in his eyes how hungry he is for me. It’s okay. 

I’ll take the next round then. I’ll go change into my sexiest lingerie and surprise him in the living room, later on when he thinks I’m fast asleep because that dick knocked me out the first round. 

I’ve never danced for him but tonight, I wanna put on a show. Dim the lights and light up some scented candles. I already have a playlist for all this, I use it to practice how I’m going to ride this dick. 

He won’t be expecting all this because I’ve always been too shy to show him this side of me.

He’s at will to do everything he pleases, as long as he lets me do everything I want first- without touching me. He’ll fail. He can’t keep his hands off me. 

He’s definitely gonna have that stupid smile on his face that I like, same face I plan on riding till he’s drowning. I want him to take my panties off with his teeth only… I’ve been waiting to show him how I look in them… I know he’s gonna want to rip them off but I want him to push them to the side for a bit…still with his mouth. 

I’m not gonna take my bra off… my tittys have been tittying of late, they look ten times better in this piece. 

 I want to ride his dick while staring right into his eyes, I want to see his soul leave his body. 

When he reads this, he’ll know it’s for him. He’ll know exactly what he needs to do but until then, Niko hapa dry spell kama nyinyi, still the world’s BEST DJ. 

Poem : ‘OWNING MYSELF’ by Oganga Mangiti https://instagram.com/oganga_mangiti?igshid=ik4fdrjbbp6n

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