31.10.24
You called them duties.
I call them devotions.
Small rituals of belonging
to you.
One. No perfume.
No mask.
Just the skin you crave,
unadorned
and honest.
Two. Dress in desire—
Sheer threads that whisper your name.
Three. You want smooth,
wet—
not just ready,
but aching.
Four. Use my mouth to worship.
To taste eternity
in something as fleeting as your breath.
Five. Finish.
Often.
Forgetting restraint.
Six. Clear the table
like we clear space in time—
for this.
For us.
And seven.
Enjoy it.
Every second.
It’s belonging.
-Lele
Lele Muthali 