The writer’s tongue is pleasure, food is the happiness that we swallow, and this world needs to shed selfishness...
I can tell you exactly how it feels to strip from panties, shaking and shame filled. I can tell you how badly I pulled to have those hands on me, how fired up my skin was. Like electric currents from an eel’s back.
God help me, I did. From my veins even.
I thought fleetingly of consequence, just before I leaned to place my mouth on skin. I pictured my thin belly filled with a baby. It was a flash of a picture and I wasn’t in love. But Heaven’s doors, I was melting! The devil himself would be in awe of the want that burned inside me. My skin was oddly cold- like fresh snow over metal and yet I had never felt warmer.
We kissed, and the rest is a blur of moans and more skin.
When we were done, I sobbed inside my own head. The panic settled in fast. The choice was not to be without consequence and now that the fire was over, the consequence was all that was left.
We didn’t conceive, but from that instance on...I never went into a moment of want without first being sure of consequence and commitment. If I can do it. You can do it. If you can- she can. Anybody can truly.
Choice is a helluva’ thing. We choose to eat. Sleep. Work. Be kind. Hate. Fight. Wreck our lives and build them back. It’s nice to have choice, but we will never be without the consequence of what we choose.
You think a law or an amendment changes you. You think judgement is pardoned to only the poor. Life is a ringer and she blacks both your eyes just when you open them.
Choice is life. And to live is something that sets us apart from the animals and the beasts. As a woman, I know where the control starts. In those few moments of melting...
So take control. Be better. Be knowledgeable and humble and learning. Your life is your choice... but your choice shouldn’t deny anyone of life.
Happy reads.- EM ❤️
‘Be careless in your dress if you will, but keep a tidy soul.’-Mark Twain