8:44 Room 301, 

Tugwell Hall

I am trying to remember what good days feel like

I am trying to remember what good days feel like

I am trying to remember the electric touch of your hands  I am trying to remember how when your hands met my skin The hair on my neck would stand up, awakened!

 I am trying to remember the days when your tongue would make me feel like I was dancing on a rollercoaster, flying 

I am trying to remember the days when the break of your laughter would vibrate through my body Tingling my womanhood 

The days when your manhood would carefully manoeuvre into me 

The days when you would come in as peacefully as the sea on a bright summer’s morning 

And the days when I would feel an earthquake would erupting in me

 I am trying to remember what good days feel like Lazy afternoons spent in your t-shirt

 And scars left on my thighs by your lips 

I am trying to find your scent in the flowers, in the rain on oh on my pillow.

By Nosiphiwo  Lawrence