Addiction

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Addiction
I needed you…

I needed you in the worst way. I needed your nails hidden in the muscles of my back as I plunge deep inside of you; pulsate my nerves as you bite into my shoulders to muffle the sounds of your bliss. Shhh…. In time, everyone will hear about this nasty shit.

I needed to feel the warmth of your soft femininity as I slowly stroke the depths of your wombverse. I needed the saturation of that sticky wetness as it trickles down the inside of my thighs, I needed to be lost in this sexual high. I needed the touch your lips with mines, feel me with a sensation that mimics that of a Lovers Passion. I needed your body pressed against mines, better yet sit atop of me in reverse; allow my hands to journey up the small of your back, take hold of your waist and give me a sense of control as you rock back and forth with rhythmicity.

I needed to holler out your name like a lowly sinner to a deity; bend you over as I cuff you to the headboard, I needed to see that arch. Your ass exposed like that of the forbidden fruit of Eden. I gave oral worship, rubbing and kissing each cheek with devotion. I submerged my tongue into your sweet center, I cared not for the reprimand, I knew I would receive if caught. I Just needed you, I needed you, Baby.

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Ama Ndlovu explores the connections of culture, ecology, and imagination.

Her work combines ancestral knowledge with visions of the planetary future, examining how Black perspectives can transform how we see our world and what lies ahead.