He praises my body entirely
stomach round about curves
I stand in front of the king
naked as a jay bird, shy as a school girl
He kneels on one knee to look up at what he is about to devour
He’s hungry, his eyes say so
His chocolate skin glistens from the candle light
Shoulders, back straight,
biceps bulging from the roots
His height ass tall as Hyperion
My stomach in knots
but i have yet to surrender what’s rightfully his
his lips soft as soapstone
i can feel him breathe
his tongue reminds me of waves swishing back and fourth
wet and quiet moving with the tide
He is able to stimulate the vulva without touch
i call him the magician
the weight of his body and skin
fit perfectly on top of me
I surrender
i surrender
he covers every inch of my neck
He inspects it with his tongue like a doctor
a form of punishment, as he smiles
enjoying the sight of my torture
My breast taken in full, freely
into his mouth
light moans can be heard from, the kingdom
i offer him a gift, i know he wont return
he accepts
i can see heaven his eyes
his scent excites me
nipples grow intensely like mount Kenya
i plead for him to enter me, my life depends on it
now feeling great pressure, pain, from
easing slowly into me
gasping for air
our bodies are now connected,
My womb the source of our children, his seeds a blueprint for our family tree
in, and out each stroke harder than the first
both hearts beating, too quick to count
he says “wrap your legs around me”
Let me in, let me in
I comply
my pulse racing faster, and faster
King pounding like Djembe
I surrender
I surrender
uterine muscles become tighter, his stroke faster
wetness becomes overwhelming
Centering apex, i no longer in control
King and i surrender
he clutches all of me into his arms
him and i reciting softly, “imekamilika”
Poetry By: Me
Imekamilika is Swahili for: It is finished;complete
Djembe: African Drum
Featured Photo: Pinterest
