Shh...

 

A night with her felt like a roller coaster. Her scents sent you home and back willingly. You drowned in her ocean once and tattooed your wants in her inner thighs … but once… only once… did you feel lost in such a jungle, not ready to be found, how come you forgot to give but she let you swim in her juices permanently.

You escape reality but the truth is, you won’t become a man by owning her skin. You turned her to be your whore, hiding her behind hidden closets, not a woman enough to love, to give… fool her with Mulla and white sheets and under your skin she submits, all she gives are her own orgasms and while at it you think she got you. She is your side bitch, a female dog you always wanted to own, does that make her “man’s best friend?” she plans to run back to herself but the only home she ever knew was you.

Now run faster. Try and keep her, all this while you have been lost in her.  You stink with lust yet you let her know that sex is a metaphor for love. Her vagina is yours to keep a record of your manhood ambitions. She is your turntable.

Too black to love, too young to mind.

You whisper to her that you are helping her grow up, that she should meet other men, relate and also show some skin to gain attention. Teach her how to kiss bottles and own cigars, show off her skin and her ass to your wolf pack and let them tease her once more because tomorrow, she will run.

You will be there standing as she lets her fingertips slip from yours innocently. She will need a saviour and you will be watching her walls fall apart as she runs faster to catch up with the

winds of her free youth, away from cannibals like you. She will wipe off your fingerprints from her hair. She will want to rip off her skin and be reborn in her own closet… alone. She will learn that she is not a metaphor, a female dog, yours to give and give and…

From a distance, you will recall that night, when her skin felt warmer and sex was much more intense. Her moist lips felt new and you will run to catch her. She will be gone.

With time

You will know her again

Like a rising moon