The light turned down its volume
While our favorite song interjected
The locked door promised to keep our secret
You greeted me
With fingertips on my cheek
Graduating down to
Teasing thighs
I sighed…
Exhaling tension and
Inhaling all of your attention
Our lips collaborating against four walls
Arms eavesdropping
To hear our whispers and moans
Clothes proved unnecessary,
So we stripped down to our
Rawest language
Your hands communicate
In ways I can’t even express
When talking to myself
You stop.
Eyes speaking for themselves
As they linger on my second pair of lips
Silent,
Yet wet with words
Your knees give way
Our lips now parallel
You speak volumes
Pleading
Loud and vibrant
Against my thighs
So articulate
And determined
To leave your message on me
Received in broken praises and curses
Sharing shivers with my spine
Tasting my surrender
With each tremble
I am now
Speechless.
As you rise to meet my eyes
Fingertips on flushed cheeks
You speak once more:
“I’m glad we had a chance to talk.”
Shawnon Corprew is a 23-year-old Hampton University graduate with a BA in English. She is also a contributing writer for The Left Side Poets Present: Strange Fruit, which can be purchased here: https://www.createspace.com/3402645 You can also follow her on twitter (@lovescrescendo) and subscribe to her blog: http://freexoneheart.wordpress.com
