Before My Journey

Sonia Azeta
Jun 22, 2021
Photo credit: DipSea

It’s thrilling how the knowledge of a secret could bring this much excitement and flush of blood to the cheeks. The thought that it’s something shared between you and another person; a sexual secret. Now gently caressing the spot on my neck just below my jugular where I had been kissed never so intensely with soft bites in between, a hickey, one so visible even on my very dark skin.
I’ve always thought that having a hickey is something only possible in white people’s movies and all white people’s bullshit. But now I just realized that I’ve subconsciously been rubbing my neck and smiling sheepishly to myself, making this 8hr trip seem like fleeting seconds because even though I’m present in this vehicle, I occasionally catch myself drifting to yesterday, the blissful 18hrs ago that led up to this moment.
18HRS AGO…..

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