Fingertips
Moving through red ecstasy
My hand or yours
I can’t tell anymore
Heat rising from my toes
Anticipating
Full of your energy over me
The moans
I’ve lost whose voice belongs to whose
Is that you
Is it me
Rumbles - grumbles - heat soaked air
Sounds I can’t comprehend
My body reacting and I can’t stop
Pooling between my thighs
Movements primal and feral
My soul above my flesh
What am I feeling
Catch my breath before it all escapes me
Stay right there
Hear my thoughts
Don’t stop
Closer to me
Closer on me
Closer within me
Align my chakras
Awake my qi
Yin to my yang
Feel me
Inhale me
About the Creator
Viv C
Hi, loves. The human connection and intimacy are so pure and beautiful. Writing is my passion and there is nothing else I would rather do in this life. Read my blog here, www.illitica.com. Doing the Divine's work.
Can You Drive a Ford Fiesta Through a Desert?
I’m flying down the B1 highway from Windhoek to Keetmanshoop with a map and a boot full of camping gear. I’m excited for the first stop of my Namibian road trip: the Quiver Tree Forest. I spot the sign and turn onto the C17, off the tarmac and onto the gravel. I’ll be there soon; it’s only ten miles or so. I am unprepared for what comes next. The car slides and slips across the road. I am not fully in control anymore. I slow to a crawl. The car judders and shudders, the noise deafening, the vibrations rattling the teeth in my skull. It takes me around an hour to drive the ten miles. I arrive at the campsite relieved to be in one piece, even if it feels like all my bones have been shaken slightly out of place. I will later learn that this is what happens when the gravel road becomes “corrugated”, and that the roads authority goes round once a week to “grade” them. Seems I arrived about 6 days after the grader had last been round.
By Jenifer Nim6 days ago in Wander
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