sierra leone.

                                    

                                          
six. 
                          
       back to back to back, it was the devil's number. and there were three sixes that held importance to me, three sixes that held severe significance and would be in my head forever. 
                          
six rounds That Night. 
                          
       the two of us were glazed in sweat, unanimously deciding on being done for the night. our beautiful brown chests were heaving, we gasped for air. 
                          
"damn." He smirked, rolling over onto His back. "damn." 
                          
       i, on the other hand, couldn't speak. i couldn't do too much of anything, since my body was transitioning from bliss to something beyond that. something higher than any high i'd ever experienced. i couldn't believe that He took me there, it was unreal. i had to look at the ceiling to remember i was still here. (at the time, here was an apartment in california.)
                          
       "you're awfully silent for someone who was just screaming less than five minutes ago," He teased. "'oh my god, lonny! don't stop, please!'" His baritone voice rose up to a falsetto to try and mock me. 
                          
       "oh my godddddd. shut up," i begged in a raspy voice, pulling the partially ruined sheets over my cheeks so He couldn't see the change in my skin from sunset gold to strawberry. 
                          
       a chuckle from Him echoed off the beige walls. "yeah. that's sorta what it sounded like." comfortable silence followed that. we laid there, golden limb entangled with cocoa limb, for awhile before He went off to the shower. "care to join me?"