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.
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.
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!
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.






“The universe quivers each time your breath hitches” GODDAMN. This was sooooo fire Shawn. Ugh I love it!!!! Beautiful writing as always. 🔥🥰🤞🏽✨🫶🏽
“I coax your embers into a fire,
until you’re flames roar with desire”🔥🔥🔥