By My Hands

Marie's Interlude

Hey ya’ll! I’m back from my mini hiatus after hitting a wall with my writing. While in Flow Hour last Tuesday, I found myself stuck and unable to find any words to post. So, I asked for somebody to drop ten random words, and Marie was the first to deliver. Of course it was a set of words that made me raise an eyebrow. Then I started thinking about a question I was asked on Wednesday, “What else those hands do, Shawn?” My response was, “They do a lot.” And then I started thinking about pleasure and sensuality, something that has piqued my interest even more after being in the Afterglow Hour live.

Me thinking about all the things.

Then I started thinking about how all you horny niggas are coming out of hibernation, and every conversation sounds like commentary from a mating special on the Discovery Channel. Seriously, it seems like everybody’s loins are on fire. The battle between horniness, desire, and celibacy got us all in a chokehold. So, this poem is a culmination of thoughts, feelings, and desires from the past week, and a more in depth answer to the question I was asked, although, it still doesn’t give the full answer of all these hands can do.

I know ya’ll curious about the full answer. Relax.

Aight, so the ten words I was given are:
Sensual
Universe
Rose
Water
Love
Phantom
Stars
Depth
Ocean
Fire

Because ya’ll enjoy the voiceovers so much, I included one with this piece. Aaaaaaand there’s a playlist at the end, cause why not? I don’t write like this often, so be gentle with me. Enjoy you horny ass niggas!

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The creator is a craftswoman,

and I inherited those gifts.

She sculpted my hands

full of curiosity and passion.

The way they begin to wander,

exploring the depths of your body.

A meeting of the eyes,

and I let my touch linger—

leaving phantom imprints on your thighs.

Slow and methodically

I coax your embers into a fire,

until you’re flames roar with desire.

The universe quivers each time your breath hitches

whenever my lips meet your skin:

delicate,

soft,

smooth—

like the petals of a rose.

I trace the outline of your hips;

and I let my fingers journey along

your curves

your spine;

until something sensual

drips from your lips,

begging our bodies to intertwine.

You baptize me in your water

as my hands stroke through your ocean.

I feel your waves continuously surging

before they crash into my shores;

spraying the atmosphere with a love

that shimmers beneath the stars.