Finally.
To have my gaze met and kept.
The contours of my face lavished with curiosity.
My ribs squeezed, compressed then freed.
To be felt.
And it challenges my mind and shuts me up.
It finds all of my hidden rigidity and rips its clothes off.
It allows fantasy to breathe and die in an instant.
It tastes good.
And I am reminded of the woman I am.
And this time I will stay in here.
I will remain fiercely loyal to she who breathes life.
I will honor those who honor me.
And I will enjoy.
I will swim in a sea of appreciation
And I will enjoy.
– Nisha Moodley