An open letter to men about intimacy,
As a woman, I am skeptical. I have given myself before and I have been disappointed. I have been taken advantage of, broken down and abused. I have stayed in unhealthy relationships when I know I should have left. I have been cheated on. As a black woman, society has dubbed me as extremely over sexual. I was taught to be afraid of love. I was conditioned to be afraid of myself and my sexuality. You found me by chance, I was not looking for what you had to offer me at the time. You bought me flowers, took me out on dates, true courtship. In our first experience, I was afraid to let go. Ashamed to let you see my sexuality. Your body, mines, ours intertwined was new. Extremely reserved. Sucking your dick like a lady instead of the savage that I truly am. I was not ready. Now that we have been together for a while, I'm seeking that same passion you gave when we first started fucking. When you couldn't get enough of the taste of my lips. When I had to say no to your advances. My sexual prowess is co-dependent on my love. As my love grows, so does that side of me. It's unhealthy but that's how I work. I crave your being. I lust for you. I yearned to be touched monthly, weekly, nightly, every second. My figure may have changed but every inch of me loves you the same. I wish it to be reciprocated. Caress my nipples while we spoon. Use the strength of your body to engulf mine. Shove your tongue down my throat at every opportunity. Gaze into my eyes like a beautiful sunset. Grab my ass on occasion just to remind me that you know it's yours. Don't forget to do the things that made me love you in the first place.