Of How

The car sped by yellow tricycles while I looked out the wound up window. Landscape flew by in grassy green patches on sandy brown land prostrate in front of sun faded houses.

I thought of your work I just read.

Of how it reminds me of flicking moisten clits,

Of being instructed to moan, ‘fuckk!’

Of licking up shudders and waves of orgasms bursting through labia lips.

Of how I get satisfaction from her satisfaction. Exhilarating!

Of how intimately your short story captures lesbian sex.

Of how she didn’t like it when I penetrated her with my soft fingers.

How I haven’t had sex with a woman who likes penetration. But had thrust me past cliffs of orgasms.

‘..dominate in bed’

Of how I had never thought of being fucked by a woman. Though I’ve felt deliciously fucked numerously by them.

Its interesting how some words used in narratives about sex make me see my sex life differently.

I think this looking at the swirling clouds in the blue sky. They remind me of her soft fingertips stroking my brown nipples. Of the trailing edge of her peach hijab caressing my flabby arm reaching underneath her long skirt.


Image source: Yola Skies by Susan Owualah

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