"Let me inside. All day and all night. Inside. Inside all day." - Central Living, Inside
Negro Please: The Blog will be retired on or around January 22, 2007. Over the course of the next month I will be re-posting some of what I consider to be the best of my writing here. If you're still hankering to read my writing, you can do so at VOX. Fair warning: it's much different than my writing in this space.
This piece was originally posted on February 2, 2002. It's the first piece that I think is actually decent. It just happens to also be one of my first (and few) attempts at writing sexual material.
What I would do to you? I would grab you from behind, my arms wrapped across your stomach and pull you to me so that you would know I was there for you. There to stand with you, to hold you up. I would breathe on the back of your neck softly, kiss you gently...once.
What I would do to you? I would whisper in your left ear. Tell you that besides your mind, your hopes, your laugh, your dreams, your quirks, your heart, what makes you beautiful is this--my hands gliding across your belly, stopping at your belly button. And this -- my hand holding your breast, my finger rubbing lighty where I can sense your nipple. And this--me tugging you againt me so that you know that your ass is beautiful. And this--my hand laying gently on the front of your jeans. And this--me turning you around so that I can cup your face and stare into your eyes.
What I would do to you? I'd kiss your forehead, the tip of your nose, your eyelids and finally your mouth...once. I'd whisper in your right ear. "What makes you beautiful is the way you make me feel about myself." I'd nibble on your earlobe, tugging playfully. My hands would massage your neck and shoulders as I kissed down the right side of your face. I'd stop at the corner of your mouth and leave my lips there for a second. I'd kiss the left corner of your mouth and linger. I'd look directly at you and let you know what I wanted.
What I would do to you? I'd let my hands explore your back, your waist, your arms, your hips. I'd kiss you deeply, powerfully. I'd let my tongue meet your tongue. I'd pull your waist to my waist and suck on your bottom lip. I'd make you have to stop for a second to catch your breath. And then my hands would move. And then my lips would move.
What I would do to you? I'd kiss down your neck while my hands felt your breasts. I'd kiss your through your clothes. I'd tug at your shirt pulling it out of your jeans. I'd unbutton your top button. I'd remind you what it feels like to not have control. And to not want it.
What I would do to you? I'd explore your body with my left hand while my mouth and right hand worked in tandem. I'd come back to your left ear and tell you that what makes you beautiful is the way you say "oooh". I'd make your chest heave.
What I would do to you? I'd put my mouth on you. I'd put my mouth on you at the base of you. At the part of you that makes you really who you are. A woman, A lover, A giver of joy and pain. And then I'd put my tongue in you and drink you up. I would lift you to me. Accepting you, glorifying you, celebrating you, tasting you, enjoying you. And then I'd come to your right ear and whisper, "What makes you beautiful is the way you moan."
What I would do to you? I'd let you ride me. The part of me that is the base of me would stand at the base of you slightly inside you...and wait. Wait until you really accept me, until your body reacts to me, let's me in. As you engulf me, I would slow you down. I would make you really feel me. Feel us. I would want you to understand our oneness. To understand that at this moment, what makes you beautiful is me and what makes me beautiful is you. I would want to be one with you, our rhythm, our nakedness, our breathing working together like an orchestra of instruments building to a crescendo.
What I would do to you? I would pull you to me and lick the sweat from your upper lip. I would control your motion, contain your passion until it could be contained no more. And then with a glance, I would let you know that its okay to let go. And we would do just that. We would let go completely. I would set you completely free for that instant, that moment. I would make your body shake, quiver with what makes you beautiful. I would make you release. I would make you forget that there is a world out there. In this darkness, in this moment, I would make you believe that there is nothing but you and me. And you wouldn't want it any other way.
Oh the things I would do to you...if we were in love.
