The first time I fell in love I was almost 23.
My friends were already having babies and getting married by then.
I’d never had an appetite for any man.
Until he nuzzled his supple lips against my unsuspecting nape.
His mouth always seemed to not reach for mine fast enough after that.
I hastened each time, needing him to taste every beat of my sultry yearning.
I stood on my tipsy toes.
Releasing myself from every ‘NO’
I’d ever uttered before I met him.
I wasn’t sure how to quench the cravings for all our firsts,
But I still felt safe enough to explore where my passion could lead us.
There I was in my dorm room burdening him.
With a lust I was feeling in places, I hadn’t ever known existed.
That night I became a woman who kisses first.
And I found no shame in knowing I had well-kept impulses.
When I tried to open my eyes.
He wouldn’t let me leave our trance.
So over and over and over again,
we created our very own inventions.
My heart never went out looking for this…
So I’ll never understand.
Why our destinies just had to collide.
Even friends of mine he’ll never meet,
know the goodness that’s kept me in his love.
On days when he frustrates even the parts of me that are capable of murder,
I am still in love with him.
The first time I told him everything we were becoming would end,
I heard his deep sigh scorn away my fears.
I still don’t know how to handle his perfect love,
without thinking I’m not enough to have it all.
His intentions have kept gnawing at my hidden parts,
until he became my most favorite weakness.
He’s whispered enough sweet nothings in my ear,
to make me a hopeless follower of only his desires.
I am trying to write my lover a letter ❤
So tonight even just for a little while
I’ll scribble as if I never wonder…
Will today be the day,
He finally retires from carrying this silly heart as his own?
Cover Photo By: Smangaliso Tshabalala
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