Would you tell me if its deep, deep, deeper I go?
Stretch and contrast, the walls are its cage, the sheets our shield against the light,
Body so close, the air sought for an escape in between,
I let the head fall back ‘cos I’m lost in this sensation,
Does the time determine its pace, because we lost the counts already.
Can’t hold back, I’m letting the passion flow,
Touch by touch, my toes curl dragging the sheets along, what’s underneath it is the hunger of my desire for you,
Feel it all up, I won’t stop wanting more!
I hold my breathe and make it last longer, I grip the sheets, I’m caught up in this moment as it stretches deeper,
I let it all out and the air finally escapes in between, embracing the night with smiles.
– SOS Face Chika Nwachukwu, Francisca’s Diary.