Whenever our silky bodies touch, I stare into her cosmic eyes I feel intoxicated. Drugged up on her dark melanin. Breathless from kissing her voice. Dying in peace, my face buried in between her thighs. Hazy with orgasms. Our kissing labias like eagles making love in blue skies.

I’m thinking of this woman. Smiling in crescents as memory replays her sleepy voice. Crescents becomes half moons, reminiscing about the feel of my breasts against her smooth, slender back.

My ceramic heart is beating, ferocious. I hear its maroon chips fall into my stomach. I feel some fluttering butterflies wiggle under these fractures. This attraction broke me in its making. Pinning my hopes against my womb.,

Your gasps are fluttering butterflies. Patient palms stroke soft skin. Softness like fresh air. Have you felt the evening breeze? Stroked her neck, Cupped her breasts? Sniff pheromones, lemongrass & smoke. Compliments are worship before praising kisses. Lap nectar from plum lips.

My heart and head are running through revolving doors of pleasure, anxiety, joy, pain, hope, lust, humility, fear, thrilling newness. For once in the same direction. What’s magic without a little blood? On Planet 15 they collided with you. Hi Beautiful, your eyes say to my dimples.

ORITSESHEMAYE is my ongoing Twitter erotic series. What are your thoughts?

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