Me...

Labored breaths of just you and I    
Allow me to absorb you  
The soft touches of reflexology’s tantalizations branding his skin  
Oh, my love, let the curl of my tongue’s soothing bliss    
Journey over the soles of his feet    
Taking pleasure between the spaces of his toes    
Aimlessly wandering up his inner thighs    
Tenderly arousing all his sensitive peaks    
His erroneous zone weakening for the overtaking    
Let me blindfold you, and watch you get stimulated, by anticipation, by sight unseen    
Mm... oh yes, those coaxing fingers contouring his burliness    
His muscular body, shuddering under the command of its genteel    
Teasing, controlling him with my feather touch    
    
Mm… you like that baby    
The seduction in my voice mesmerizing    
Alluring him with my scent    
Licking over his flat abdomen    
Pampering the man as he lay    
Only to take command when he arise    
The languish of my tongue    
Swirling over the hard peak of his towering passion    
Sandwiching his wishes    
Within the nestle of my warm bosom    
Soothing the predestined glossed topple with my mouth    
A wish, a kiss as I take him in, taking him down    
    
His grunts to surrender, delayed, denied    
Filling my ears with each breath intake    
Teasing the essence of his soul into the abyss of oral supplication    
Inch by inch    
Pools of drools in every pleasurable licking inflict
Circling my lips with the glossed intent  
Swallowing, accepting the carnal pleasure of his pulsating fate    
Palming his virility as I straddle him    
Mm... holding his kingdom to come as I slide down his throne    
Oh, sweet mercy, I knew he was waiting for me    
 
Gyrating my silken treasure cove to meet the urging of your extended elongation    
Roaming deeper inside the heights of such sweeten chasm    
Locked in the sweetness of its dripping honeycomb    
Deeper, hasten, hungrier, our souls mingling as one    
No beginning no end, take my love, this moment is ours    
I am yours…    
Mm... my creamy covet I have for you    
Breathlessly awaiting the cosmic explosion of rendering ecstasy, you embed inside    
Palms to his robust thighs    
Breasts swinging to the seesawing glide    
Creaming him with the coating of my glossy dew    
    
What good is a Queen of Hearts if she cannot bestow such beautiful bliss
A royal flush as a King of Spade is dipping in my gushing gift  
Throwing my head back in abandonment    
Moaning out his name, over and over    
Pieces of me he takes, the core of my soul I gently give    
Palming by breasts, squeezing them tighter    
Pulling my face to his, clumsy covering my mouth    
Draining the crux of him  
Lips tasting of each other, bodies moving to the weakness of sedated passion    
Within the cocoon of our warmth, he and I have created    
 
Take the fragrance of me cherished by the aftermath of ecstasy    
Calming panting breaths in an array of silk sheets    
Wetness of lustful rains tell our soaked story
Closing my eyes to the stretch of paradise’s invasion    
Bucking to the oldest dance in time    
Feeling my wetness, kissing the width of his elongation’s progression    
Leaning my face downward, tongue bonding with his  
Gripping skin in the carnal craving we feed      
 
 
I think any black woman is a queen. It's just, do you know it? Do you see it in yourself? Do you recognize it, do you abide by that, do you define yourself as that? Based on who we are and what we've been through and how we survive and where we stand, we are on kind of sacred ground. We stand on the backs of our ancestors.
 
Ava DuVernay