(Refer to previous post for comments on my Instagram photo poetry contest. The entry below emerged first runner-up.
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I crave you.
In ways that
shouldn’t be spoken of, but I must.
You always ask me.
When you dip your head
down the arch of my spine and
run your lips across my skin, bringing bliss.
You raise your head when I shiver
and ask me.
When you feast on my shoulders
and leave trails of your lips behind, you ask me.
I have a confession,
there are things I haven’t told you.
When you grasp my neck,
with your fingers grazing
the edges of my ears, tilting my face up for a kiss,
I lose my wits.
When your eyes flutter shut
and your toes curl,
I feel an ethereal sense of pride
in knowing that I am at fault.
But I’ll never
tell you these things.
Wait, I think I just did.
About the Author :
Adeola Akande is a writer and content curator. Currently pursuing a degree in Social Works at the University of Lagos, Nigeria, she is always quick to profess her love for reading and music. Adeola goes by the pen name @_theAvril, a title that runs across her social media platforms.