Leave the lights on

He was hungry
Hungry for what was between my thighs he said leave the lights on
he wanted a clear view while he dines
he wanted to see the flow of my tides
as he persuade the sound of my cries
So as his tongue took to my flesh
looking to confide
l clinched the sheets and close my eyes and he claimed his prize
fingers danced along my skin orchestrating the entry within
mapping out my geography
he not only wanted to see
he wanted to taste my surrendering
Saying
“you’re going to remember me”
so I gave in to him
relentlessly
trembles ran through my hips
As I welcomed this trip
he graced my curves
speaking tongue on a pink stage
In oral adverbs
I’ve been plagued by the crashing of these waves
and the calling of my name
my dominance had been tamed
so after this
I know shit wouldn’t be the same
we keeping the lights on
so he can see why he came
Consider this a trophy claim

Valerie Rene’a – Author
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