Adoration, lust, obsession, or love? Depends on the day.
Think of me
as a poet
a priest
a professor
Think of me
as a stranger
a shaman
a sorcerer
Think of me
as a doctor
a dancer
a Dominant.
Use me
as the fantasy
who makes you blush
part your thighs
and arch your back
when you are alone.
I want to write about you by Lexa Lubanga
I want to write about you, and everything else around you. I want to write about how your face makes me complete, your sharp dark eyes steer me to a wondrous world.
How your voice stills the waves inside me and brings my body to a stop, just so I could feel your presence entirely.
I want to write about how your cheeks fill up the images flawlessly and the curve right above the corner of your lips that blends so well. I want to write of how your skin marries mine in a way that can’t be depicted, this skin is mine to keep.
I want to write of how you walk so boldly yet with composure. I want to write of how your touch filters my skin to anew, everything comes to a standstill.
I want to write about you and you alone, not because I want you or rely on your voice to wake me up smiling so hard, no. I want to write about you because you deserve these letters and many many more given I won’t run out of them
So let me write about you, let me love you with these messy letters. Let me.
I Write Her 