When she opened her eyes,
I smiled like I already knew her dreams.
Softly, I whispered,
“Hello… it’s me.”
Not a stranger to her body,
but a student of her energy.
A man learning the rhythm of her quiet,
the melody hidden in her sighs.
I told her,
“I don’t want to rush your body,
I want to learn your peace.
Baby.. I pray over my food before I eat”,
Then I proceeded to slide her panties to the side,
And.. Kneeled down on my knees..
Because pleasure is an education,
it takes patience to earn the right
to touch someone’s truth.
And I came ready to study,
to take notes with my hands,
to read her in goosebumps and pauses,
to understand the language her spirit speaks
when words fall away.
I watched her move,
slow, unsure,
like she was remembering what it felt like
to be understood without speaking.
Her energy trembled,
not from fear,
but from recognition.
That I came not to take,
but to listen.
I leaned closer,
and the room shifted,
I licked around her walls, a few times slow,
the air turned thick with everything unsaid.
Sucked on her clitoris and she pulled the sheets from the bed,
There was no rush,
just rhythm,
her breath becoming the tempo,
her pulse, the percussion.
I matched her energy,
not to control her,
but to guide her into herself.
Every shiver she gave off
was a lesson,
every sigh, a revelation.
And in that moment,
I knew:
this wasn’t about touch,
it was about translation.
Her body spoke a dialect of trust,
and I was fluent in the tone of her silence.
I didn’t devour her,
I worshipped the spaces between her breaths.
The moments when her eyes closed,
and her walls fell without warning.
I traced peace where pain used to live,
and she melted into the sound of her own release,
soft, heavy, holy.
Baby.. She just didn’t let go, she poured, I swallowed,
Told her that pussy belongs to me,
I continued to eat,
And as the night folded back into stillness,
I told her,
“Don’t thank me. Just remember.”
Because the next chapter isn’t about what I took,
it’s about what I unlocked.
Her story begins again at dawn.
And I’ll be there,
waiting.
Ready to listen.
Ready to learn.
Because I’m not finished yet.
Part 3 is the lesson in her rhythm and where I danced..
Stay tuned.
