When we met I gently opened myself and allowed him in, I couldn’t wait for him to explore my body and soul.
Like an engine in need of oil I needed his lubrication to get me flowing. He didn’t disappoint, it’s not in his nature to.
He touched me here and there, overwhelming yet satisfying I stayed put uttering words I was not taught to speak
This must be devilish I thought
Confused, I jerked up binding and casting, asking for forgiveness, I could imagine him in shock saying “what is my lover doing”?
I really didn’t care, my sanity was primary at the time.
“Lord can you hear me” I screamed more
“Do you consent to this”?
Silence was all I got until I looked down and saw the words Be Anxious For Nothing
Suddenly it dawned
The Spirit within
The awaited day
A new form of communication
by Imani Dokubo (2019)