If we were a song the melody would be our heartbeats syncing in tune rhythmically, and our souls dancing internally as we rehearsed each verse the tongue is able to speak. If we were a song, you would never forget us, we; leaving our love set on repeat. -Valerie Rene’a
He wanted her. He wanted to know what it would feel like for his hands to travel her smooth black skin or how exhilarating it would be to puree her insides. He would imagine her body dripping wet straddled on top of his, with her natural essence being released onto him. He envisioned her breast pressed firmly against his chest while holding her tightly, stroking her deeply. He wanted to watch the moon reflecting off her naked flesh.
She wanted him. She wanted to have her naked canvas posted against the wall being painted by him as she anticipated each stroke. She would imagine reaching out, caressing his ailing lips and having him nestled tightly against her as she inhaled his scent. She envisioned the night ending with them succumbing in total bliss and welcoming the morning in puddles of their own messes. She wanted to stare into his eyes as her body called out for him. -Valerie Rene’a
Valerie Rene’a – Author