“intimacy colours my voice”

“Every mouth you’ve ever kissed was just practice, all the bodies you’ve ever undressed and ploughed into we’re preparing you for me, I don’t mind tasting them in the memory of your mouth, they were a long hall way, a door half open, a single suit case still on the conveyor belt. Was it a long journey? Did it take you long to find me? You’re here now, welcome home.”

Warsan Shire.