August 2021

 

By Shani Naeema

I have a need,
A need to please and be pleased,

A need to teach and be taught,

A need to explore and be explored.
I ache to feel that touch, that translates to electricity and ignites a chain reaction in the inner core of me.

I long to hear those words that alter my very being so I am no longer seeing

A single spark but a nuclear fission causing our worlds to collide. 

Was that your mission?

Internal combustion when your pen-fire ignites my fervor, when your heated touch touches my soul, 

Melts away the cold and replaces agony with the energy of passion, 
That races the heart and beats the blood to rush uninhibited to the point of attack,

That drives the mind to intellectual numbness as I move to animalist impulses 

That parts the thighs in a room where lust secretly spies and your manliness is suddenly baptized….

I lay in wait