I Know

~ Imani S. Maxwell


DRL: St. John’s

to Cornerbrook, NL

I want to be a mural on your bed

A permanent fixture in your arms

I want to be peered at

Inspected from all angles

I want to be touched




Feel the smooth velvet of my skin

The softness of my lips

The tenderness of my curves

Rub your hands along my shoulder blades


Try moistening it with some oils


Along my shoulder blade

Down my clavicle

Back up to my neck

A slow firm grip

Tighten your hands just a little

Hold me firm with your left hand,

Still tight,

Move your right around to the nape of my neck

More oil?

It feels sensational

I’m floating on thin air


A? Will you continue? I know you can’t be done.

Be patient sunshine, I got you.


I close my eyes, lulling my head forward

His hands were massaging my mounds

All too suddenly, he left them hanging

And his right hand glided past my nape, and up to the base of my throat. His fingers tightened

His left hand slid down my back, around my waist and dived straight in

The tease was over?

Oh no, it had only just begun.

I inhaled sharply

Gasping for air that suddenly felt too thin for breathing

Not one but two

That same slow firm deliberate stroke

My walls trembled

I drenched him in my soul

My head lulled back and he stole my breath with a hot pleading kiss

He wanted me too

He too was yearning

His eager tongue betrayed his slow steady hands.

He couldn’t lie anymore

He pulled me closer

Strong arms enveloping me in a heat I never felt before

His skin was on fire!

His lust burned bright

His heart lurching forward unrestrained.

His body worshipped mine

It was a divine communion that neither of us could deny nor control

A holy encounter

Our souls did a tango as our bodies melted into each other.

His lips never left mine

His tongue explored every crevice and corner of my mouth

There was nothing left untouched by him

He pulled his lips away swiftly

and as though in pain he braced forward, head thrown back and he groaned

A tearful


Low pitched cry of agony

Why is he pained??

His fingers never stopped their exploration

They instead picked up their pace

And my walls clenched around them

I couldn’t hold on any longer

I was drifting towards the edge of an abyss I knew all too well

He bend his head forward,

I could feel his hot raspy breathe on my neck

My body stood on edge

He hardened

Every muscle I could feel against me became rigid

His fingers stopped their dance

And he pressed firmly upward




I couldn’t articulate a single word

My soul bowed in complete surrender to his

My body gave up it’s fight and fell freely into the abyss

I floated

This must be heaven.

It had to be.

My whole being relaxed.

He held me and only our hearts spoke

They spoke a language we understood but couldn’t put into words

It was divine.

He lifted me, laid me beneath him.

My eyes still closed.

Still basking in the glow of heaven

I didn’t feel him anymore nor hear him

I opened my eyes slowly and there he was

At my ankles.

He just sat there

Looking me over

Was he crying?

He seemed so pained

On edge as if he was a predator

And I his prey

His eyes feasted and drank me up


A hungry, throaty growl

And in one swift motion,

He grabbed my ankles

Spread my legs and buried himself

And all at once I was floating again

One stroke

That’s all it took.

It was firm, but gentle

He pleaded with my soul with his pleasure

His hands pleaded with my body

And his eyes, my mind.

Somehow I knew what he was saying

Though we exchanged no words

His pace was increasing

His hands became more demanding

As if searching

They stopped.

At the small of my waist,

It was a death grip!

He was running

It was the last lap

His pace was betraying

I flooded him

I gripped him

And we both knew

We knew





Ahhhhh!!!! Uugggh!!! I can’t!!!

My whole body tensed.

It was a convulsion

My own death grip!

My legs started trembling


I panicked


I can’t….



He lifted me in his arms

Holding onto me as though for dear life

We burned


Together we burned

He lifted me

Up and down

Up and down

Up and



He went rigid

And completely quiet

His neck distended

Eyes squeezed shut

It wasn’t pain

It was ???

His eyes met mine, I gripped him thankfully

A sensual salute

He hugged me tightly

And his breath caught my ear

Like a girly teenager

I giggled

“That tickles! Stop!” 😄

He hugged me so I couldn’t escape and did it again

😄😄 I wiggled and giggled

“I love you Faith”

I smiled broadly and kissed his sweaty forehead

“I know” 😊

Published by Faith

I am human patiently accepting myself. I am unapologetic about being wild, and untamed. I am always open to new things and I only accept good vibe and positive energies. I love people and life and the world is my playground. I love children, animals and elderly people. I write to express and understand my thoughts, feeling and behaviors. It's self therapy and a visualization tool. I am a selfish loner at times a very sensitive INTJ. I am an aspiring psychological disorders and consumer behavior researcher and practitioner, living with Bipolar 1.

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