"The perfect sex" by Ladipo Dolapo Olumuyiwa

There is no map for where I'm taking you to, no

temperature to measure, no distance to gauge, no,

there is no way to measure the height or intensity of

your climax, there is no threshold, no questions asked

for the body knows what it wants.

The only thing you and I are both sure of, are the feelings,

the urgency, the intensity, the love-bites, the scratches,

burning calories, scattered bed sheets and bitten pillows, the

radiating heat between our thighs, lips on lips, chest

to chest, for in this moment we are both in sync. ...

precisely, a surgeon and his scalpel, a chef and his

knife...mi casa su casa, the beauty of it; two hearts

fused into one, we are Siamese twins connected by

one brain, driven towards one goal; pleasure

peppered with some pain, quid pro quo, I put in what I

take out...repeat, one moans while the other

groans...repeat. Our bodies bend in various ways like

a chiropractor's nightmare.

We dance without music,

we fight without violence as your lips search for mine

like a heat seeking missile. whispered promises as a

little of me enters you, your back arches in pleasure

as you gasp my name like every syllable was an

epiphany. The afterglow doesn't go abruptly, it stays

on like a pleasant visitor we are glad to have around.

This has been both biology and chemistry, you are

the best, yes, the best and that was glorious!

Ladipo Dolapo Olumuyiwa is a 300-level student of English and Literary Studies at the University of Abuja. Writing is her way of expressing and magnifying her feelings at any point in time. She prefers writing about topics other people might avoid.