Where do I begin?

I have shut myself offTrying not to feelYour fingersCriss-crossing on my backYour lipspausing over my bodyhonoring its Blacknessits Beauty I have told myselfTo remember the pleasureIs to sayThere was nothing moreBut oh there was moreSo much moreBut the pleasure…As there had never been beforeIs forever stamped in my memoryI’m afraid The silence we tendIn our separate waysHangs … Continue reading Where do I begin?