u/SoftSalamander510

I feel her sweet devotion to me.
I have her under my spell.
Every word that comes from my lips,
She clings to them like she clings on to me.
She obeys them.

Her sweet eyes filled with desire
And desperation.
Desperation I use for my own benefit.
Having her under my spell,
Makes her weak.

Anything and everything for me.
She’ll do anything just to please,
And I’d do anything to see her plead.
Hearing her begging on her knees,
Makes me feel weak.

And yet, It makes me feel powerful, knowing she wants nothing more than to show me a different world,
with my permission.
By the sound of it, you would think she was the one getting plowed.

A world I can’t access without her way with my body.
My voice making sounds I never thought I could make.
My breath running away from me.
My mind somewhere on the steps of heaven.

This feeling is addictive.
Only she can supply, to fill my demands.
When she takes me to this world it
Seems like I’m more under her spell than she is under mine.

N.B Akissi

I feel her sweet devotion to me.
I have her under my spell.
Every word that comes from my lips,
She clings to them like she clings on to me.
She obeys them.

Her sweet eyes filled with desire
And desperation.
Desperation I use for my own benefit.
Having her under my spell,
Makes her weak.

Anything and everything for me.
She’ll do anything just to please,
And I’d do anything to see her plead.
Hearing her begging on her knees,
Makes me feel weak.

And yet, It makes me feel powerful, knowing she wants nothing more than to show me a different world,
with my permission.
By the sound of it, you would think she was the one getting plowed.

A world I can’t access without her way with my body.
My voice making sounds I never thought I could make.
My breath running away from me.
My mind somewhere on the steps of heaven.

This feeling is addictive.
Only she can supply, to fill my demands.
When she takes me to this world it
Seems like I’m more under her spell than she is under mine.

N.B Akissi

As a black woman in society, there’s an unspoken rule only the educated knows.
Never touch a black women’s hair without permission.
Most who are in a relationship with black women are too scared to even ask to touch our hair.
Which is appreciated, but can get a little annoying when some of us want our significant other to play, touch, and tug on our hair.
Play with my hair like I play with yours.
Tangling your fingers with my kinky curls, braids, extensions, or locs.
Touch my hair because it brings me peace that I’m not something to be feared of.
Prove to me that you don’t view me as something not to touch, as something nasty.
Tug on my hair to give you better grip on me.
Pull my hair to take complete control over me.
Of course when we aren’t having adult fun, don’t tug on it.
You have my permission like I have yours.
People seem to forget black women are humans with desires and needs too.
Rather than saying you can touch my hair,
I wanted to ask, if you could please touch my hair as you touch my body?
Giving me pleasure all over, from head to toes.

N.B Akissi