Every night before bed my lover’s mouth writes an essay.
Sometimes his tongue swirls words of admiration and lust on my skin.
But last night he read me his heart through the phone. I’d been crying the past few weeks during our calls.
Last night I didn’t sob, “I miss you! I want to come home. My body hungers for your touch.”
Last night I whispered honey fulfilment into his ears. In return he told me not of his day, or traffic or numerous political theories. He told me words like molten chocolate.
Delicious. Decadent. Dripping.
Arousing compliments and orgasmic reassurance. I unabashedly moaned and sighed.
Every night I sleep off on a phone call. I’m grateful to be satiated and satisfied. Adoringly patted to sleep by his chuckles as I deny dozing off. His soothing voice caressing my chubby cheeks.
I bit delicious juices out sugar cane after chewing pink words off flipped pages.
Wednesday will say I laid in orange. In sun rays, petals and soft fabrics of orange.
I miss my Lagos apartment, its windows lined with small jars of lush plants. How they whisper positivity at a glance.
I miss the bustling yellow streaks of Lagos. How it accomodates numerous dreams.
I miss the colourful flowers that grow from concrete slabs, rain ponds and rubbish heaps. How they teach you to be graceful in every phase.
I miss the vibrant yellow of my home city.
Happy New Year Gems!
I hope you had a blessed crossover.
Welcome to 2019. A year to spring forth, reborn, into multiple pleasant experiences. Be intentional with the pursuit of your purpose and goals in 2019.
Thank you for reading Amethyst Saw in 2018. This new year promises more enjoyable quirky stories and reviews.