Pillow Talk With a Revolutionary

Radio lights and equalizing flashes lights the room

Perhaps you can get stolen glimpses

Of mahogany toned-redden skin intangled 

Like thorny sticker- brower bushes

Between sweat dampened sheets

As honey dew and lavender scented candles flicker….

As heaving chest and deep breathing subdues

She whispers “ I love you” while writing my name with her fingers in my Sweaty chest hairs

With  light finger tips, I gently trace the contour of her indigenous hillside bottom

All the way down

Barely brushing her not so sweet spot behind her knees and answer

“That’s cool to love me, but be in love with the struggle“…..

Giving me flashbacks of a middle school teenage attitude

She purses up the prettiest lips

And roll those almond shape deep oak colored eyes

While repositioning herself

Further-deeper into my arm pit and rib cage

Suddenly, no longer a name in my chest hairs

But a sharp finger jabbing pain in my side

With the warm faint smell of cognac and kush

With hints of cinnamon spice exhales

Her languages suggests she didn't like my response....

Irritatingly amused, but equally annoyed at the

Rememberance and the actual attempt of her

School girl attitude

And since 80% of language is non-verbal

I deliberately cross my hands behind my head

Interlacing my fingers and uncoiled our

Legs so mines could cross

Body language accomplished....

Not even secondsafter she reads into my sign

She sinks deeper into her "around the way Homegirl"

Posture

Sucking her teeth and scowling up that seconds ago

Beautiful face

Her attemot at setting off into motion

That classical played out ghetto scene in full throttle now

Her next words are perfunctionary I know

Almost mandatory in the scene she acts out

"Boy, I hate you sometimes, you make me sick"

And snatches the once shared sheet as she rolls

Up into her emotional knot on her

Other side....

In a not to distant past

I would've given her what she wanted

And performed any characters part to the T

But nah, I am GODBODY now

That is the enactment of God's body of words and

Wisdom

And though when you 're dealing with the symboloical

Rib of man

Inflared passions thatsnatural is hard to suppress

But God is real

So I do what I does and demonstrate Godlyness

I lead.....

Taking single moments that feel like an eternity

To plot out my course of action

Spurred on by goshes of wind

That seems endless as the summer nights rain

Is ever present in our shared afrodisiac

Which seemingly arranged this love making session

The timing comes off right

Because speakers gingerly belts out the tunes and

Melody of

"Break Up to Make Up"

Followed by the words...

Silently I thank God, as I smile

Recognzing the irony and timing of this song

In my best baritoned voice

I softly sing the chorus

Not to her

And really not to me

But rather to the mood and atmosphere

It's crazy, because

Right beneath the music I hear her

And imagine tears staining the canvas I love to

Look at

Understanding perfectly well

That her scene has played its course

Now she is back to raw vulnerability of her

Honest feelings

She feels as if they are out there

By themselves on a single limb.....

I say her name

No response

I reach under her sheet and stroke her rib side

She flinches as my touch re-adjustens to her skin

Electricity

Pure estactic at that moments touch

The elasticity of manly function

Takes place as I position myself to spooning behind her

Feeling the need to just touch and grab hold

I know someone in heaven is smiling

Because the timing is right again as the song "For the Love That I Give to You"

Chimes in and almost as a whisper

She backs her warmth up against my warmth

And says "hold me"

I nestle us under the sheets and the pillows and talk

Slowly dragging my words

Between kisses at the nape of her neck

Behind her ears

It takes effort , but even at the top of her spine I reach

Her genetical need to want to know

Ask me " How come I can't lover her the way she

Loves me " and " Why can't I commit"?

She barely gets the last words out

Before she sighs "ooooh" from my palms embrace

of her nipples

I tell her "I love her more than she will ever know or understand

"But why?'

She can't complete the thought

As I can feel tht goose bumps on her skin flare up

From my hand quickly trailing down to tease the nerve endings

of her clit

"But why what"

I whisper as I slide one then two

Fingers into her Nile Valley

The touch seems to soothe her

As I can almost feel the pressure release out of

Her body as my chest is to her back

"But why can't you put me first"? She finally gets out

Knowing that she got her inquiry out

She stops massaging my leg

She now reaches between hers

To grab and sensually stroke my Afriken walking stick

I squeeze her and tell her

"Your not playing fair"

I can feel her smile while saying "what'?

Cupping her leg apart with my hand

She knows my intentions

She guides me inside her Heaven

With a slight thrust from the hip

I feel complete

Whole almost

A perfect fit

With neither of us rushing

And no intent on stopping

We both give slight gyrating grinds

I answer her

"You ask me that question because you don't understand me"

She wants to detatch her mind from her body

I can feel it

But I won't allow her

I continue

"Baby, you can't base our love or relationship off of some

Shit out there"

She trys to to speak but I cut her off

"I need you to understand I am a man with a cause,

A purpose, unfortunately I am not afforded

The luxury of time to waste just to be

Lesiure

When we first met you was attracted to my

Cause to change, to appease your desire

For quality time

The only quality time we can have together is the

Time we spend engulfed in the movement

She pleads

"But baby why"? "It's so many things I

Want to do. So many experiences we

Be missing because your not here.

I feel like you don't love me".

I told her, I said

"Baby I love you deeply but I love the

Struggle more.....

Me inside her and

She enveloping me

Neither thirsting the chase for climax

But both pleading

For the other to not under

But over-stand

With no more music in the background

The rain completely stopped

candles finally flickered out

Just me and my love

Intertwined

Enjoying each other

Not knowing how to proceed

Questioning if we should proceed

A void in time

An abscence of every other thing in mind

Just a fragment of a night spent

A piece of the conversation

Pillow Talk With A Revolutionary.....

Diata

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