(Setting the mood)
I love this quote about Helen of Troy-
“…the most beautiful woman in the world, the face that launched a thousand ships.
One day, as they write about me, they will write about Tangawizi of Someplace Beautiful-
“…the most beautiful human in the world, the face that inspired a thousand poems.”
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There’s a picture of Tangawizi that shows off the side of his face. He’s biting his jaw, creating a perfect side profile of his face. Angles and all.
When I look at this picture, I want to reach in and kiss his beautiful, beautiful face.
My mind drifts always then drifts to…
…his tongue in my mouth; like that time he came to find me so I could taste the chili on his tongue.
…his eyes on me, a lustful fire burning behind his pupils. Face gets sexier.
I love to replay the memory of that time we fucked in the shower… and fucked and fucked, not once breaking eye contact.
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Tangawizi (noun)- Kiswahili for ginger
(proper noun)- that’s what we’re calling the beautiful-as-fuck human who inspired this story.
I saw them. I stopped and did several double-takes. Nobody told me that they made faces that looked like that. Who made this human?!
Beautiful face, sexy smile, fire body, panty-dropper accent. It wasn’t hard to know how this would end.
“Thank you, goddess!” I whispered as I walked on over.
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“… behavior that leads another to believe that sexual intimacy is possible…”
Teach me how to flirt in your language, they said
Say no more, I thought
Teach me how to say,
“You’re fine as fuck”
So I taught them how to say-
“Come home with me”
“All I want is sexual pleasure,”
What is flirting?
Them taking my cue
Their lips on my lips, their hand on my breast
Kissing and kissing and touching and sliding close
and kissing and kissing and kissing
, they said
-End of flirting
* * *
Tangawizi came all the way out of nowhere somewhere beautiful and blew my mind with their sent-from-heaven dick.
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Cue Close Encounters by Lake Montgomery
This is a beautiful song about a person with many loves in many places in many configurations. I’ve been transfixed with it since I first heard Lake sing it, live in a living room in Nairobi. brings to life how I move in this love, sex, relationships, and sexuality space.
My favorite line (and dating mantra) goes like this,
“…don’t talk about forever, baby, forever takes too long… it’s hard to keep in touch when we’re not touching, baby, but I might write you a song…”
Seriously, stop and listen to Close Encounters.
Tangawizi is both the exception and the rule to my mantra. The exception because I do keep in touch even though we are not touching. The chemistry lives on months and months down the line and it’s hard to keep it to myself.
The rule because I asked the universe for lovers who can be friends and she sent me Tangawizi. I stay in touch because I know we live to fuck again. Plus, of course, that face continues to be orgasmic to look at.
I might write part two.
Meanwhile, have you read about my Almost Lovers?