...hanina...

he stood at the front of the bed

bare

allowing mild refelections to shine

on the penumbra of secrets he held

we are south of heaven

he chanted

told me to close my eyes and pray

lay still as he called out all 100 names of 'god'

ending with allah7..... confusing the letters

for numbers

and in the middle of my tears

he got down on one knee and kissed my feet

told me i'd been walking alone for way too long

massive waves began to move in my ocean

i became wet

he told me that he could never give me love

but he could give me him....just like that me'shell song

and so i let go

kisses became longer

moving me with every second

i quiver

he stopped to connect his eyes with mine

to see how down for change i truly was

i could see his soul

i could feel his uniqueness becoming trapped

boxed in a sense

so i released myself again ----- i made that man

love him

and love me even more

i let him have mehave all of me....--- and with that we made...

----.....something

i cant recall the ingredients

i was just nervous... and hormonal... and

confused

i was there

i could feel all the pressure from being this girl that i am

become rage -----

we roc

mountains move

someone will bow down to us

we move

rock steady rhythm

we move

i hear his heart beat - beat - boom - beat - box

like ill nice and nasty

i became his b-gyrl ... his servant...... his hip-hop

and we dont stop

he became my jazz... my rhythm.. blues.. and

life

my song

i rip tracks for him - on some real shit

yea that good shit

but shit..... SSSSSSHHHHH

his hand placed over my mouth - suffocated

screams

no foreplay / adolescent thoughts / very

immature teenage moments

just sex

raw

dirty

painful

feelings

nothing

but alot

our bodies collide - we form a mist

like two cars

like a scorpio and a gemini

when nither of them can decide when to give up

our shadows play games on the wall

we both try to ignore them

my moans become louder

his strokes become more

intimidating ///////// IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII dont

know how to handle this ////// a climax

reached

that point where reality meets fantasy

i lay

he smiles

i cry

i scream

he begs me to release more

THIS IS ALMOST LOVE

JUST COME A LITTLE CLOSER

push me off the edge a little faster baby

give me more save me

take me places

remind me that we are 93 million miles apart

because i refuse for you to break it

when i just gave you my heart

look i know this consolidation is scary

and your diction has an ego

but im not touching you out of desperation

we speak so silently

and beg for forgiveness

our reality cant be filtered under just any 'ole

conditions

my nails are planted deep into his skin

karma sutra festival

and with every lifetime of orgasim

a new self is birthed

needy ..........so damn needy

and wanty

he pulls my hair torture style

reminds me of the pain that i am just too comfortable with

bites my lips and tells me to love it

we are warriors

but our love is not war

we are simply just fucking in the midst of it

deep kisses - scratches chokes and moans

he demands me to look at him

my god - MY GOD - my god - MY GOD - my god - MY GOD - my god - MY GOD - my god - mY GoD - my god - MY GOD - MY GOD - MY GOD

same but different

this

feels

so

damn

goOd

and at this point... i am afraid to stop

DEEPER - HARDER - SLOWER - DEEPER - FASTER - WAIT -KEEP GOINGSHIT - DEEPER - HARDER - SLOWER - FASTER

PLEASE STOP

the feeling of good is not one that im too familiar with

but he goes

and it feels righteous

it feels like the right touch - the right drug -

the perfect addiction

he implores me to submit

release my cuts into his skin

solid deep

cry my tears on his chest

place my fears on his flesh

just let him god me and love me godly

let him take care of the rest -

but im too afraid of that

doesn't seem like the bliss last

when his hands arent under my dress

nurturing the nest

properly mic check

understanding the cause before the effect

of course not though

this is JUST.....................................................................sex

i am engaged in his all

i want to marry this disturbed erotica

and with that.... he turns me over

for what seems like centuries

i just lay silent

and beg to understand the pain

before it gets to me