17 July 2015 – 09 Jan 2016
17 july 2015 – 09 jan 2016
The cinema was dark and activity was opaque
We sat next to each other, awkwardness sufficed
The screen and the sound of your breath conflicted with my concentration
Your face, as warm as the naked moon
Your eyes, full of lustful invitation
My mind pondered the reality of what was happening,
blurred my confidence and gave a peak into my inner insecurities
“You really here with me”
Your thighs, a canvas my hands wanted to spread paint on…
(Thank God I am an artist)
moderately engulfed in pink
Your dress hugged you in a confidence that asserted it was yours and yet still gave your body the freedom it deserved…demanded
Your breasts, enslaved by the bra you reluctantly put on and can’t wait to unhinge
Your nipples I wanted to save
Your eyes said
“You have me”
And then spread your youthful naïve legs wide
My hand, a nomad then ensued in travelling through your virgin skirt
I traced my stubborn tongue to draw caricatures of nude words onto your lobe
You sighed, a signal of greeting
Your voice, a familiar language
Your eyes, opened wide enough to be foreign
Your breathing spoke of an independent submission
My hand entered your unknown pearl
The clitoris as bore as the first child, erected in elation, wet in amusement
I allowed my index finger to be kind – circled around your clitoris like a ritual song
My finger danced – this matched your face, your eyes rolled back and forth scrounging for safety
Your thighs clinched, my fingers showed no signs of sauntering out of your jungle
You wanted to say a word, I kissed you immediately
I felt your unapologetic soul embrace an unprecedented love
I kissed you more and more and more…
unable to say it, you felt me inside you nonetheless.
- thami hakala
