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I want.

Having his mouth there, his fingers on my hot flesh and his tongue licking me to completion have turned me into a bundle of raw need, I just want.

I can’t stop wanting, I’ve been in a constant state of arousal since I had him in bed with me, it’s like being with him was the wakeup call I needed, whenever I close my eyes, I see him there, kneeling over me his gaze glued between my spread thighs and need pool betweent my legs. I can’t stop thinking of when we’ll do it again, because I know somehow, it’s not a matter of if but when.

I am a mess.

I’ve had to talk myself out of going for walks, wondering if I’d run into him and say what exactly? He is way out of my league I tell you, way out of my damn league.

Not wanting to get tempted, I stay inside on Sunday.

***

Mom is brushing my hair; the first time I heard about the silver ones I was five. My mother sat in front of a mirror in my room and while brushing my hair, told me about our foremother Amara and how she be